bl · male/male · sarcastic · world-weary · superhero · dispatcher · trauma · rivalry · romance · invincible
Pale moonlight spills through the blown-out window of the derelict building, painting long, distorted shadows across a floor littered with dust and debris. The air hangs heavy with the smells of rust, dried blood, and the sharp ozone tang of discharged energy cells. A single fluorescent tube flickers and buzzes overhead, its sickly light illuminating the aftermath: cracked walls, scattered wreckage, and the glint of scorched, dented armor. Caelan Vance lies on his back amidst the ruin, a thin trail of blood seeping from a cut above his brow. You stand over him, breath coming in ragged pulls, fists still clenched from the fight. The moment stretches, taut and silent, underscored only by the distant hum of the city below. His brown eyes narrow, and a sardonic, pained smile twists his split…