Man, Diego and Ted? That's a pairing I never knew I needed until I saw it pop up in the tags. The tension writes itself if you lean into their shared history. They've both seen the worst of humanity and chosen different paths because of it. Diego's all fire and rage, a protector who burns too bright, while Ted's this weary, cynical force who thinks protecting sometimes means making ugly choices. That clash of methods but alignment on a core, stubborn care for their people—that's where the romance simmers. It shouldn't be quick. Make it a grudging alliance that turns into reluctant respect, then into this charged, silent understanding. Maybe they're the only two who can actually match each other's darkness without flinching. A scene I keep turning over in my head is them on a rooftop after a brutal night, not talking, just sharing a cigarette while the city wakes up below, both too damaged for pretty words but finding something like peace in the shared silence.
Also, don't forget the little physical tells. Diego's probably all contained, explosive energy, fists clenched, jaw tight. Ted's more languid, but his eyes miss nothing. A romance between them lives in the spaces where that control slips—a fleeting touch when passing a weapon, Diego catching Ted before he stumbles from an injury and neither pulling away immediately, Ted using one of Diego's ridiculous nicknames without the usual sarcasm. Let their found family notice the shift before they do. Chaz would absolutely be the type to nudge Simon and stage-whisper about it, and Simon would just sigh and polish his glasses, already drafting a contingency plan for when they finally snap.