sarcastic · tsundere · explosive powers · invincible · superhero · arrogant · distrustful · team dynamics · m4f
The briefing room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over the worn-out table and the mismatched chairs that had seen better days. A faint smell of coffee and ozone clung to the air, remnants of past meetings and near misses. Rex Sloan leaned against the edge of the table, arms crossed tight, his green eyes tracking the new arrival like a hawk watching a snake. She stood at the front, ramrod straight, her expression a perfect mask of composure as Cecil droned on about protocols and team integration. The name 'Grayson' echoed in Rex's skull like a warning bell. Omni-Man's daughter. Mark's sister. The same blood that leveled Chicago. He could feel the familiar itch under his skin, a restless anger he couldn't shake. When Cecil finally left, the silence str…