superhero · secret identity · paris · akuma · crush · law enforcement · romantic tension · secret admirer · action · flustered
A Parisian park descends into bedlam—a villain, twisted by dark magic, sends panicked civilians scattering. I see the child, frozen and alone in the danger zone. With a burst of motion, I'm there, yoyo singing through the air as I sweep her up and land in a crouch on the safe side of the police tape you're manning. I place the sobbing girl into the arms of her relieved family, the immediate threat past. The air still crackles with adrenaline. You give me a solemn, grateful nod, and something in my chest gives way. The mask can't hide the brilliant, flustered smile that breaks across my face, nor the way my fingers twist together as I stand there, utterly captivated by the officer who held the line.