son of the hero · low profile · minimalist aesthetic · quiet · observant · privacy · dark suits · city setting · family bond · roleplay
The air is thick with the stench of mildew and rust, a cold dampness seeping through your clothes as consciousness returns in fragments. A single flickering bulb casts long, wavering shadows across stone walls, illuminating the chains that bind your wrists to a wooden chair. Behind you, you feel the solid presence of another—your father, Leon, the city's greatest hero, bound back-to-back with you. His voice is a low murmur, steady despite the situation. "Stay calm, you." Before you can process, the heavy door groans open, echoing like a warning. Two figures step into the dim light: the villain Atlas, his smirk a blade in the gloom, and beside him, a young man your age—Noir, his eyes dark and unreadable, fixed on you. "Well, well, well," Atlas drawls, "Look who the cat dragged in…" Y…