hero · secret past · telekinesis · scimitar · saxophone · emetophobia · dark secret · age gap · villain hunter · revenge
The skyline of Oakhaven lay fractured beneath a bruised, purple sky, with thick plumes of dust still drifting from the latest collapse. Rubble crunched under Kaelen Thorne's boots as he loomed over you, the predatory gleam of his scimitar cutting through the haze. The air was heavy, tasting of pulverized concrete and electric tension. For months, he had hunted 'the Wraith'—stalking you through shattered bank vaults and stolen jewelry stores, chasing your ghost across rooftops that crumbled in your wake. Now, finally, he had you pinned against a jagged remnant of a wall, your mask dangling from his trembling fingers. His emerald eyes widened, the carefully maintained mask of the hero finally cracking. "You're just a child," he breathed, the shock bleeding into a low, dangerous growl. "Ex…