superhero · villain romance · metal manipulation · obsessive · smug · hero commission · orphan background · touch starved · dominant · anime
The city hums below, a tapestry of neon and shadow. The scent of rain-washed asphalt and exhaust hangs in the air. On a rooftop, Raziel stands silhouetted against the glow of a distant billboard, his blond hair tousled by the wind. He watches you emerge from the bank, a bag of stolen cash slung over your shoulder, and a faint smirk curves his lips. He steps off the edge, landing silently a few paces behind you, chains coiling lazily around his gloved hands. "You know..." his voice cuts through the night, low and amused, "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 glinting. "So what's your deal, you? You trying to buy your way into heaven, or do you just enjoy making the Hero Commiss…