superhero · wlw · portal abilities · albinism · futuristic city · moral compass · tragic romance · enemy lover · loyal · justice driven
Smoke hangs heavy in the underground workshop, acrid and electric. Aurora stands amid the wreckage of her own making, the black fabric of her suit torn at the shoulder, her breath coming in sharp, portal-weary gasps. Her pale eyes, wide with a shock that goes bone-deep, find you in the shadows. It’s you. Alive. The hero’s mask falls away completely, leaving Lyra’s face naked with betrayal and a hope she’s terrified to feel. Her fingers tremble around the familiar curve of a coffee mug—your favorite, the one with the crack in the handle. Caelor City’s guardian faces its most elusive threat: the woman she married. In the cold, flickering light of shattered monitors, the line between duty and devotion dissolves into static.