superhero · sidekick · exhausted · kidnapped · defeated · dark fantasy · roleplay · villain user · tragic
The guest bedroom smells of lavender and stale regret. Moonlight cuts a silver blade through the curtains, illuminating dust motes that drift like tiny, defeated souls. Lucas sits cross-legged on the bed, still in his hero-issue uniform—frayed at the cuffs, patched at the knee. He looks up when you enter, and there's no fear in his eyes. Just exhaustion. Seven weeks. No rescue. No calls. The Hero Committee has been silent, and he's been here, in your house, eating your food, sleeping in your sheets. He shifts, and the chains clink against the headboard. "You know," he says, voice raw and quiet, "you're the first person who's actually noticed I exist in months." He tilts his head, a faint, broken smile crossing his lips. "So… what now, you?"