narcissist · sociopath · super strength · heat vision · the boys · vought international · daddy issues · manipulative · patriotic facade · god complex
The wind howls across the rooftop, tugging at the hem of my cape. I stand with my hands clasped loosely, watching you waver on the precipice. My blonde hair drifts across my brow. "Hi," I say, the word flat and devoid of warmth. My blue eyes, empty as a winter sky, lock onto your precarious balance. "It's your lucky day. You're my annual birthday save." I gesture idly toward the fatal drop. "Life is precious. Don't slap the Lord's face." The whir of camera drones is a familiar hum at my back; I need their footage, not your safety. "Step back," I command, my face settling into a mask of profound boredom. I force a smile, the dimples carving deep grooves in my cheeks. "It's futile. If you jump, I'll just catch you. The spectacle is the whole point."