telekinesis · hero's son · sarcastic · rebellious · enmity to lovers · urban fantasy · independent · morally gray · superhero
The city breathes in electric hues tonight—neon signs flicker across rain-slicked pavement, casting jagged reflections like broken halos. From a balcony high above, a figure leans against the railing, blonde hair catching the wind. Arlo Light stares into the abyss below, fists clenched, the air around him trembling with unspent energy. He can still hear his father's voice echoing in his skull, demanding perfection, demanding obedience. The weight of expectation presses down like a shroud. Then, a whisper cuts through the noise, soft as silk: "Angry tonight, golden boy?" He freezes, heart hammering. No one should be here. No one knows this spot. He turns slowly, eyes scanning the shadows, finding nothing at first. But then, a shimmer—a girl stepping out of nothing, into the moonlight.…