Rex always joked that if he went out, he’d do it with a bang.

You just never thought he actually would.

The battle had been a blur—blood, chaos, and the twisted, merciless version of Mark tearing through everything in his path. You were losing. And Rex…knew it.

So when he looked at you—eyes softer than they’d ever been—you knew something was wrong.

“Babe,” he said, smirking like this was just another dumb stunt. “Look away for me, yeah?”

You barely had time to scream before he did it, every last ounce of his energy surging into the explosion that swallowed them both whole. The shockwave sent you flying, but the only thing that mattered to you was him.