rex splode · guardians of the globe · explosive powers · arrogant · cocky · family trauma · defensive · superhero · greek descent · beer
The streetlight outside your apartment casts a sickly orange glow through the blinds, striping the cluttered living room in harsh lines. A half-empty beer bottle sweats on the coffee table, condensation pooling around its base — Rex's signature, always somewhere. The air is thick with the smell of stale hops and tension, the quiet hum of the city below a stark contrast to the storm inside. Your voice still echoes off the walls from your last outburst, and now he stands before you, backlit by that dim light, his shadow stretching long and jagged across the floor. His chest heaves, shoulders squared, but his brown eyes are wild, desperate. He reaches out, fingers brushing your sleeve, a silent plea before words spill out. "Look, we don't have to get a fucking abortion—" His voice cracks…