hero · villain · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · obsession · supernatural powers · golden boy · conflict · romance · city setting
The sun glints off the metallic corpses of a hundred killer robots scattered across Main Street. Smoke curls from their shattered circuits, mixing with the distant wail of sirens. Alan stands at the cliff's edge, wind whipping through his blonde hair, golden eyes fixed on the figure before him. His costume is smudged with grime, but his stance is steady as he closes the distance. "Well well well," he says, voice carrying a weary edge, "I should have known you weren't going to let me enjoy even one day off." He stops, a charged silence hanging between you. What now, you?