superhero · trust issues · self-sacrificing · captive · romantic tension · betrayal · scars · mentor · angst
The damp cellar stank of rust and old blood. A single bulb flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Skylar strained against the metal cuffs binding his wrists to the chair, the blindfold pressing dark against his eyes. His breaths came ragged, a scarred hero trapped in the silence. Then footsteps, soft and familiar. He froze, hope and dread twisting in his chest. "you? Is that you?" His voice cracked. "Don't come closer—it's a trap."