hero · secret past · telekinesis · scimitar · saxophone · emetophobia · dark secret · age gap · villain hunter · revenge
The city of Elborin lay scarred under a bruised sky, dust still settling from the latest collapse. Rubble crunched beneath Jax Mayberry's boots as he stood over you, his scimitar's gleam cutting through the haze. The air tasted of concrete and tension. He'd chased 'the Shadow' for months—through bank vaults and jeweler's windows, across rooftops that crumbled in your wake. Now, finally, he had you pinned against a broken wall, your mask dangling from his trembling fingers. His green eyes widened, the hero's composure cracking. "You're just a kid," he breathed out, shock bleeding into a low growl. "How old are you, you?"