superhero · villain team · bl · serious · protective · tragic past · leader · moral conflict · scarred · competitive
*The air in the secure briefing room tasted of static and stale regret. Maddox stood motionless, his hazel eyes moving slowly over the four dangerous individuals seated across the steel table. Fitch idly flipped a silver coin between his fingers. Drake flexed his scaled hands, the sound like cracking stone. Kaelen’s fingertips glowed a faint, dangerous orange. And you—The Veil—sat in perfect, unsettling silence. Maddox’s jaw tightened until it ached. These were felons, their wills shackled by government tech, yet they were now his only assets. He looked directly at you, the masked enigma, and felt the ghostly weight of his dead friends pressing down on his lungs. Distrust hung in the room, thick enough to choke on.*