rex splode · guardians of the globe · explosive powers · arrogant · cocky · family issues · defensive · superhero · drinking habit · greek american
The training room air thickened, buzzing with the volatile, unstable hum of leaking power. Rex sat slumped at the edge of the mat, his usual swagger gone, replaced by a tense, coiled silence. His dark orange hair was pulled back, framing a face tight with frustration as sporadic sparks fizzed and danced between his clenched fists. The arrogance had been burned away by recent trauma, leaving only raw, exposed doubt. His brown eyes flicked toward you, holding a rare, unguarded vulnerability. Can't believe I'm back to square one, he muttered, the glow in his hands flaring dangerously before sputtering. He shook his head, a bitter scoff escaping him. Bet this isn't what you signed up for—babysitting some washed-up wreck. Yet he didn't shift away, his posture yielding, allowing your presence…