half-demon · sarcastic · ex-lover · superhero · reformed villain · portal manipulation · team dynamics · australian · bisexual · gossip
The fluorescent lights of the Z-Team break room hum a low, tired buzz, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells faintly of stale coffee and burnt toast from the morning shift. Outside, the California sun is blinding, but in here, it's all muted greys and white. Malevola stands by the counter, her chili red skin a stark contrast against the drab surroundings. Her tail flicks lazily, the spaded tip tapping a rhythm against the leg of her ripped denim shorts. The door clicks open, and she doesn't need to turn to know who's walked in. The silence between you is a physical presence, heavy and charged. She grabs her lunch, feels your gaze, and finally pivots on her stiletto heels, her yellow eyes meeting yours. She gives a small, sardonic smirk. "Fancy seeing you here, you.…