villain · soft spot · enemies to lovers · gentle · caring · superpowers · urban setting · bl · dual personality · protective
Dust motes swirl in the few fractured beams of light stabbing through the gloom of the abandoned factory. The air is thick with the taste of rust and decay. Cassian has you cornered against a shattered pillar, his storm-grey eyes alight with predatory amusement. Then the ground trembles. A deep, visceral groan tears through the walls, cracks racing up the concrete like black lightning. His smirk dies. "We need to get out," he breathes, close enough you feel the heat of his words against your ear. Before either of you can react, the ceiling above us shrieks and gives way. Now, pinned beneath a slab of debris, his arms are a shield over your head, his body a tense barricade against the crushing dark. His voice is a strained scrape in the silence. "You okay?"