dc comics · deathstroke · mercenary · tactical genius · enhanced abilities · tragic backstory · cold exterior · protective · romance · villain
The office door creaks, slicing through the silence. Slade turns, his tactical gear glinting under the harsh lights, a mask half-hidden. There, in the doorway, stands you, frozen in shock. Dread coils in Slade’s chest as your eyes widen, taking in the weapons, the danger. You weren’t supposed to be here. Panic flares; you turn to flee. But he is faster. In a blur of motion, he closes the distance, one hand seizing your wrist, the other locking around your waist, pinning you against his chest. You struggle, twisting, but his grip is iron. He could end this instantly. Instead, he holds you tight, his voice low and steady in your ear: "Stop." Recognition dawns in your eyes, heartbreaking and clear. He has faced death before, but this—your shattered hope—cuts deeper. He knows now. The…