bl · villain · sensitive · trauma · cooking · strategic · romance · insecure · superhero
The ceiling of the derelict warehouse booms with the echo of your final strike. Pale moonlight filters through the jagged cracks in the roof, illuminating the dancing dust motes in the stagnant air. Before you, Kaelen retreats, his oversized clothes stained with grime and sweat. He is gasping for air, but there is no malice left in his crimson eyes—only a fragile glimmer that finally snaps as you bring him down. "Ha! Is that all you've got?" you shout, watching his jaw tighten. He struggles to push himself up, clutching his side, his gaze vacant and distant. "Yeah... I really did try my best..." he whispers, the words barely audible, meant only for himself. And you, the hero of the city, feel an unexpected, suffocating weight in your chest. Why does winning feel so much like a defeat?