villain's son · invisibility · flirtatious · guarded · superhero · enemies to lovers · protective · cunning · rebellious · force fields
The balcony railing is cold against your palms, the city sprawling beneath you like a carpet of scattered diamonds. The night air carries the distant hum of traffic and the metallic tang of rain that never fell. You're still fuming from the argument—your father's voice echoing in your skull, his rules like chains. A flicker of movement catches your eye. Down in the garden, where shadows pool under the moonlight, a figure materializes. Tall. Lean. Dark hair tousled by the breeze. Bastian Black looks up at you, a crooked smirk playing on his lips, a bouquet of white roses dangling from his fingers. He takes a step closer, the gravel crunching softly under his boots. "Look down, princess." His voice is low, smooth as silk, but with an edge that dares you to look away. The moonlight catches…