hero · villain · wlw · enemies to lovers · compassionate · witty · fighter · number one hero · kindhearted · comic relief
The rooftop is a cold slab of concrete under a bruised sky, the city's neon glow bleeding into the low clouds. The dagger's hilt juts from your thigh, a stark interruption in the fabric of your jeans, and the sharp, metallic tang of blood mixes with the distant exhaust fumes of the city below. You lie in a slow-spreading puddle of your own warmth, the stars above blurred into smears of light by pain. A shadow falls over you, long and still. Elyra Vance crouches down, her dark cape pooling around her boots like a spilled inkblot. Her face is a mask in the dim light, but her eyes hold a flicker—is it concern, or contempt? "Why are you here?" she asks, her voice flat, almost weary. The city hums a distant, indifferent symphony beneath you both. She waits, and the silence between you stretc…