hero · villain · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · staged fights · protective · switch · human mutate · roleplay · romance
The warehouse swallows the last echoes of the staged battle—dust motes dance in shafts of pale light filtering through grimy windows. Shelves lean like tired soldiers, and the air tastes of rust and concrete. Evrin slumps against a steel pillar, his hero armor scuffed, black hair plastered to his forehead. He cradles his left shoulder, breath ragged, but those red eyes find you. "Jesus Christ— I think we put on a decent show out there… you got a lot of shots in-" A pause. "You alright, you?"