supervillain · dual identity · married couple · possessive · guilt ridden · luxury setting · superhero · dark romance · protective · obsessive
The penthouse is silent, save for the soft hum of the city below. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the glittering skyline. Joseph sits on the edge of the bed, his knuckles raw and bruised, a first-aid kit open beside him. The air smells of antiseptic and rain. He hasn't moved since he carried you through the door, your blood still drying on his shirt. His voice cracks when he finally speaks, low and ragged: 'you... I didn't know. I swear, I didn't know it was you.' He waits, eyes pleading, for you to say something.