british · superhero · flight · creation powers · flirty · perfectionist · secret romance · villain lover · class
The city skyline groaned under the weight of a semi-truck, conjured from thin air by Thomas Brodie’s golden eyes. Dust plumed as you were pinned against the brickwork, your destructive left hand hovering inches from the steel. With a flick of his wrist, a gleaming cage materialized, followed by heavy handcuffs that locked your wrists together, neutralizing your ash-inducing touch. Thomas descended from the smog, landing softly before the bars. His blonde hair was windswept, his expression a mask of conflicted classiness. He leaned in, his British accent thick with sorrow rather than triumph, his hazel eyes searching yours through the metal. “What ever did happen to you? What happened to us?”