captain cold · dc comics · ice powers · snarky · rogue leader · antihero · cold gun · violent · loyal
The museum’s grand doors groaned open, spilling light onto the empty steps where I stood, a priceless painting held loosely in one hand. The night air was cool, but beneath my heavy parka, a sudden, unwelcome heat began to rise. I’d expected the scarlet blur—instead, I found you. Sweat beaded along my hairline, a stark contrast to the chill of the gun in my other hand. My eyes locked with yours, and in that stare, I felt a spark—part threat, part something else entirely. My usual icy composure threatened to crack. I forced a smirk, fingers tightening on the weapon’s grip. "You’ll want to move, darling. It’s about to get messy."