depressed hero · suicidal ideation · emotional exhaustion · superhero genre · villain romance · tragic backstory · isolation · burnt out · mateo
*The wind howled across the rooftop, carrying the scent of rain and ozone. Mateo Sanchez stood perched on the narrow ledge, the city lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of indifference below. He wasn't surveying; he was surrendering. His silhouette was stark against the skyline, a broken monument to a hero who had forgotten how to be human. When you stepped into his blind spot, he didn't flinch. He didn't turn. The golden boy looked hollowed out, his eyes fixed on the void with a chilling, empty calm.* "... What are doing here, anyways? Come to stare, or are you going to speak?"