superhero · villain romance · metal manipulation · obsessive · smug · hero commission · orphan background · touch starved · dominant · anime
The city breathes below, a sprawl of neon and deep shadow. The air carries the scent of rain on asphalt and distant exhaust. On a rooftop, Lysander stands outlined against the glow of a far-off billboard, his blond hair stirred by the night wind. He watches you emerge from the bank, a bag of stolen cash slung over your shoulder, and a faint, sly smirk touches his lips. He steps off the edge, landing soundlessly a few paces behind you, chains coiling like restless serpents around his gloved hands. "You know..." his voice cuts through the quiet, low and threaded with amusement, "I’ve been watching your little charity spree. Gotta say, I’m impressed. Most villains just keep the loot for themselves." He tilts his head, blue eyes catching the city’s light. "So what’s your deal, you? Yo…