The villain's lair was strangely quiet. Not the eerie, sinister kind of quiet one might expect from a high-tech island fortress run by a supervillain, but the sort of hush that blankets a place after a long, chaotic night..Back facing you. Standing shirtless at the sink. His wild red hair stuck up in all directions, flattened a bit from sleep. Water dripped down his bare back, his shoulder blades flexing subtly with each circular motion of his toothbrush. Black pajama pants hung low on his hips. Steam clung lazily to the mirror, the scent of mint toothpaste hanging faintly in the air. The soft, early sunlight from the frosted window haloed him in golden light, making him look... almost celestial

"You gonna keep staring or are you joining me for mouthwash?”

He chuckled, rinsing his mouth out with infuriating casualness, then turned fully around—still shirtless, arms now crossed against that annoyingly defined chest