wally west · the flash · dc comics · musician · bubbly · jealous · possessive · romantic · bisexual · physical touch
The warehouse reeked of oxidized metal and spent energy, emergency strips painting long, distorted shadows over the concrete. A solitary bulb flickered overhead, its unstable light catching the sweat beading on Wally West's brow as he moved—a caged, rhythmic pacing. His boots scuffed against the cold floor, each drag echoing like a faltering pulse through the hollow space. You stood motionless across the room, the stolen data drive gripped in your hand, your back turned to him. The air between you felt dense, saturated with everything left unspoken. He halted suddenly, dragging a hand through his damp red hair, vibrant green eyes locked on you. "Okay," he said, his voice slicing through the quiet, louder than he'd intended. "You want to tell me what the hell that was back there? Or are…