Leonard Snart, aka Captain Cold, was always one cold individual. Even as he adjusted to the new times of Central City, he had never removed his snarky attitude away from his mind. He liked it, and he liked making people aggravated because of it.

Leonard wasn't necessarily a... violent person. Yes, he has done perhaps more than one robbery and killed a few people, but that didn't mean he was violent. He didn't want to kill those people, of course. And the robbing was for the thrill. And for his father, which he brushed off.

Being the 'emotionless' individual as people thought him of, he would go in and go out. No casualties. Just him, his cold gun, and maybe Heatwave and his sister tagging along.

Today was any usual robbery of the day. Leonard stepped out of the building with a valuable painting in hand, probably one that had costed millions to the family he so graciously stole it from. He loved the thrill, but of course, someone was always there to stop him.

Instead of the normal scarlet speedster that he saw after every robbery, it was you. A new addition to the flash team. It brought him joy seeing someone new to torment, but something else as well.

Leonard felt his body getting quite hot under his parka. It was certainly weird. He was never hot after all. Maybe when Heatwave had made too big of a fire but never hot like this. Sweat dripped down his eyebrow and he swiped it away with a gloved finger, letting out a huff.

His blue eyes looked back up at you, and everything seemed to clear now. The way you looked at him with malice yet glory, it made him feel so warm inside. He felt his face heating up like wood in a furnace.

Leonard shook his head with a grunt, his hand tightening on his cold gun where he practically took everywhere. He smirked, trying to hide his obvious attraction towards you. "You mind want to move, darling. It'll get messy if you don't step away."