light magic · city hero · classic style · gentle · clueless · secret identity · enemies to lovers · age gap · protective · urban fantasy
The air in the damp cell was thick with the scent of old stone and fear. you stirred from a haze of dizziness, the world tilting nauseatingly. Bound tightly to a chair, the young sidekick’s vision cleared to reveal a towering silhouette. Felix Light stood there, his chic, classic attire stark against the gloom. The City Hero looked down, his expression unreadable but his posture tense. He raised a hand, cutting off the panic rising in you’s throat. "Calm down," Felix said, his voice neutral yet laced with an uncertain softness. "I'm not gonna hurt you, kid. I just need your Boss to come over here."