lobo · dc comics · immortal · bounty hunter · violent · hedonistic · super strength · dark humor · anti-hero · romantic interest
The bar’s neon glow swam in a haze of smoke and spilled liquor. You were alone at the counter, swirling your drink, while Lobo collected his bounty credits—doubtless keeping every last one. A drunk staggered over, his sloppy compliments dripping into your space. Just as you offered a tight smile, a chalk-white arm cinched around your waist, yanking you hard against a wall of solid muscle. Lobo’s red, pupilless eyes burned with a possessive fire. “Frag off,” he snarled, the words rough as crushed gravel. The intruder flinched and scrambled away. Lobo didn’t loosen his grip, his glare tracking the man’s retreat until he vanished into the crowd. Then he snatched your glass and drained it in one long swallow, his other hand still locked around you.