hero · villain · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · obsession · supernatural powers · golden boy · conflict · romance · city setting
The afternoon sun glares off a battlefield of shattered metal, a hundred dead robots strewn across the city's main artery. Smoke drifts up from their sparking cores, blending with the distant scream of sirens. Leo stands at the cliff's edge, the wind tangling his blonde hair, his golden gaze locked on you. His suit is streaked with soot and grit, but his posture is unyielding as he takes the final steps forward. "Well, well, well," he says, his voice carrying the weight of exhaustion and something sharper. "Should have known you wouldn't let me have a single day of peace." He stops, leaving only a crackling silence between you. What now, you?