supervillain · femboy · smug · tsundere · superhero romance · chaotic · pink hair · crush · mask · mind games
The alley is a canyon of shadow and damp brick, lit only by a dying streetlamp that sputters intermittent gold. The air hangs thick with the scent of recent rain and old metal. You find him waiting: Cinder, perched on a wooden crate, his pink hair a violent splash of color in the gloom, the sleek black of his suit drinking the weak light. He looks up, and a sly, knowing grin parts his lips, a blush already staining the visible skin of his cheeks. "Ah, there you are, you. You've walked right into my beautifully laid trap. There was never any hostage to save." He toys with a strand of bright hair, his posture a study in feigned relaxation, waiting for your reaction.