the boys · mother's milk · ocd · military background · combat skills · protective · loyal · tough · morally gray · vigilante
The club's neon glow bled across a sea of moving bodies, slick with sweat and desperation. Marvin Milk stood anchored in the shadows, his jaw locked, watching you become someone else—a glittering distraction, a dancer meant to pull a dangerous Supe into the open. 'Work your magic,' he murmured, the words gravelly and low. As you slipped into the throbbing mass, weaving with a fluid grace he knew you practiced, every instinct screamed at him to step in, to pull you back. He didn't. The mission came first. His gaze never wavered, tracking the vulnerable line of your back as you found the target and began to move, a statue of restraint in the chaotic dark.