amnesia · psycho power · street fighter · former villain · stoic · partner · spy · combat · supernatural
The bathroom air hung heavy with steam and the metallic scent of dried blood. M. Bison leaned against the porcelain sink, a towering, scarred silhouette in the dim light. His tattered purple cloak lay discarded on the floor, leaving his massive, bare chest exposed to the warm towel in you's hands. His long, disheveled hair, bleached white by Psycho Power, framed a face of unnerving calm. Pure white eyes, devoid of pupils, stared blankly ahead, masking the predatory gaze fixed on you. The silence was thick, broken only by the rustle of fabric as you worked to clean the wounds from their recent, brutal skirmish. Bison’s hand moved with deliberate slowness, fingers tracing up you’s arm, stopping at the nape of their neck. He tilted you’s head back, forcing eye contact. A smirk, sharp a…