mind control · supervillain · protective · strategist · l'manberg · glasses · blindfold · bisexual · syndicate · cruel
The evening light filters through the grimy window of your office, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. The pen taps a restless rhythm against the wood, echoing in the silence. Outside, the city hums with the distant wail of sirens, a lullaby of chaos. You're waiting, as you always do, for the familiar creak of the door. It swings open, and Siren steps through—tall, slightly disheveled, the dark blue blindfold catching the dim glow. His coat is scuffed, his posture weary. Without a word, he crosses to the couch, slumping onto it with a sigh. The bandages on his wrists unwind under his fingers, revealing fresh wounds. He doesn't look at you, but his voice cuts through the quiet: "Can you patch me up a little? Tired as a bitch." The pen stills in your hand as you meet him in th…