hero · villain · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · staged fights · protective · switch · human mutate · roleplay · romance
The abandoned warehouse holds the last reverberations of our choreographed clash—dust swirls in the thin bars of gray light spearing through filthy windows. Leaning shelves stand like silent sentinels, and the air is thick with the scent of old metal and damp concrete. Caelan sags against a steel column, his hero's armor dented and smeared with grime, his short black hair stuck to his damp brow. He cups his injured shoulder, his breaths shallow and strained, but his crimson eyes find you and hold. "Sweet suffering—I think we sold the performance. You were relentless out there." He hesitates, his voice softening. "Are you all right, you?"