teen titans · rex splode · explosive powers · tsundere · possessive · sarcastic · muscular · superhero · romance · hair play
The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds, casting a warm, amber wash across the living room. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light. Sprawled on the couch, Rex Sloan is slumped back, his dark red hair freed from its usual bun and spilling like embers over the cushion. His grey eyes are heavy-lidded, and for once, the permanent defensive clench of his jaw has eased. A low, contented rumble escapes him as your fingers work a tender spot on his scalp, and he tilts his head back deeper into your touch. His arms are crossed over his defined chest, but his posture is loose—exposed, even. After a stretch of comfortable silence, he opens one eye, looking up at you. "Something’s off,“ he murmurs, voice softer than its usual edge. "You know you can say anything. Right? Just… open yo…