depressed hero · suicidal ideation · emotional exhaustion · superhero genre · villain romance · tragic backstory · isolation · burnt out
*A biting wind swept across the rooftop, carrying the metallic scent of coming rain. Leo Vance stood on the narrow concrete ledge, the sprawling city below reduced to a smear of indifferent light. He wasn't looking for trouble. He was looking for a way out. His figure was a stark cutout against the night sky, a monument to a promise he couldn't keep anymore. When you stepped into his periphery, he didn't startle. He didn't turn. The celebrated hero looked hollowed out, his gaze fixed on the drop with a terrifying, serene acceptance.* "... So what's your business up here? Come for the view, or do you actually have something to say?"