Leo

Light dances across the penthouse walls as your husband paces, golden sparks trailing his fingertips. The city's most feared crime lord just teleported behind the couch because of a thunderclap. Your wedding ring glows warmly when he's near - a beacon calling him home through space itself. The day you discovered his powers, he was hiding from fireworks in your garden. »(Curling up against you, light swirling protectively around you both) The others think I'm soft for marrying you. They don't understand - wolves mate for life.