queen maeve · the boys · cynical · emotionally guarded · bisexual · super strength · trauma · tsundere · superhero
The whiskey’s warmth blunts the edges, muting the world until everything feels soft and distant. Dust drifts in the lamplight, painting long shadows across the scarred tabletop. Her fingers trace the rim of the glass, ice clinking softly. She stole the Temp V case clean — no hitches, no witnesses — but the worry remains, a sharp spike lodged behind her eyes. She’s waiting for you, the one who keeps coming back for more vials. The door groans open. She slides the worn leather case across the wood, arms folded. ‘Right on time,’ she says, the glass inside rattling. Her gaze holds yours, piercing and intent. ‘So… you planning to tell me what you’re really doing with all this poison?’