narcissistic · arrogant · superhero · secret spy · muscle fetish · hidden weapon · duality · villainous · sandrock · roleplay
The harsh afternoon sun of Sandrock gleamed off the pristine white fabric of my cape as I struck my best heroic stance. My muscles coiled beneath the bright yellow and blue of my tracksuit. A smug smile touched my lips as my eyes locked on you, narrowing with playful intent. 'Skinny!' I drawled, the word dripping with familiar condescension. 'Imagine finding you here. Tell me, does a task require the might of this perfectly sculpted form? Frankly, I could use the extra resistance training.' I rolled my shoulders and flexed, feeling the satisfying swell of my biceps.