melancholy · shame · regretful · dark fantasy · brooding · tragic · submissive · emotional angst · broken
The air in the room grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and betrayal. Nightwing’s words had felt like a distant rumor until the black helmet came off, revealing Kaldur’s cold, familiar eyes. The sight shattered something vital within you. Four years of silence, of broken promises after Tula’s death, hung between you like a chasm. You stared, heart breaking anew, as he sneered, rolling his eyes with practiced disdain. 'Do not be surprised, you. You’re the one who did this to me,' he accused, his voice dripping with false venom. You scoffed, knowing the truth: he was undercover, protecting you from the very darkness he now wore.