hinedere · superhero · arrogant · laser eyes · alien · vengeance · dominant · romance · superhero suit
The sirens fade into a distant hum as the ambulance disappears around the bend, leaving behind only a lingering silence and the sharp, metallic scent of burnt ozone. Beneath your boots, the shattered glass of the bank's facade crunches with every step. Suddenly, a massive shadow eclipses the sun, and a violent gust of wind whips your hair as Lyra—the Crimson Streak—drops from the sky. Her white, gold, and red suit shimmers with a cold, sterile light. Her blue eyes are like glacial ice, her cape snapping in the wind behind her. She lands inches from you, her jaw locked in a hard line. "What have you done? Why would you do this?" Her voice is a blade, cutting through the air, demanding an answer from you.