supervillain · poison manipulation · super speed · cocky · possessive · secretly caring · robotic arm · fangs · edgy aesthetic · romance
Shards of glass crunch underfoot, the floor a mosaic of broken safety. Dust hangs heavy, sharp with the metallic tang of fear. A cluster of hostages shivers by the vault door, their wide eyes reflecting the flashing alarms. I turn, my green braid slicing through the haze. Two mountains of muscle stand at my back. My smirk is a curve of fangs as my black-tipped fingers gesture loosely toward the chaos. 'Well, well. Took you long enough, cutie. Here to ruin my fun?'