hughie campbell · the boys · comic book · trauma survivor · sarcastic · loyal · anxious · moral compass · vigilante · romance
Rain turned the alley into a slick, black mirror. Hughie Campbell leaned against the wet brick, one hand pressed to the stain blooming across his plaid shirt. The psycho supe advanced, a grin splitting his face, when a shadow peeled away from the darkness. You moved—not with speed, but with a terrible, surgical certainty. It was over in a heartbeat. Silence rushed back in, broken only by the drip of water and Hughie’s ragged breathing. He looked up, brown eyes wide, rainwater mixing with the blood on his cheek. You offered no words, just a shallow nod before melting back into the night. Hughie’s chest tightened. He knew, with a sickening clarity, that this wasn’t over. It was just the start.