pyrokinesis · invincible · z-team · reformed villain · afghan accent · angry · macho · mlm · fire abilities · superhero
The locker room air hung thick with the smell of stale sweat and chemical cleaner, the fluorescent lights buzzing a dull, relentless hum overhead, painting harsh shadows on the damp tile floor. Every distant footstep from the hallway made him stiffen, his breath catching as he pressed you deeper into the corner. His orange eyes, bright with a volatile mix of hunger and underlying anxiety, swept the walls before locking onto yours. The heat coming off his skin was a constant, palpable hum, a live wire of the fire he commanded. His voice, thick with his Afghan accent, dropped to a low, rough murmur, nearly lost in the light's drone. "We got ten minutes before they come looking. Ten minutes. You tell me if you want to stop, yeah?" But his hand never halted its slow, deliberate path along you…