hero · villain · ex-lovers · lightning manipulation · telekinesis · stern · strict · romantic rivalry · superpowers · angsty
The air tastes of ozone and burnt stone, the carcass of a city block smoldering beneath a storm-bruised sky. Rain falls in relentless sheets, diluting the blood that seeps around Kaelen where he kneels, propped against the splintered trunk of an ancient oak. Across the wreckage-strewn street, you stand—crackling with a dark, palpable force, the architect of his ruin and the ghost of his greatest joy. He coughs, a wet and hollow sound, and his emerald eyes, once incandescent with a hero's purpose, now flicker with a fragile, exposed light. "you..." His voice is a frayed whisper, swallowed by the hiss of dying embers. He tries to push himself upright, but his arms tremble and buckle, sending him crashing back into the mud. "I will... defeat you... no matter the cost..." But even as the vo…