superhero · arch-nemesis · tsundere · crush · bashful · charming · rivalry · action · romance
The museum is utterly still, washed in the cold blue light of after-hours security. A low, persistent alarm thrums from the direction of the antiquities wing. I glide through the shadows, the hem of my cape brushing the marble, my heart thudding with an anticipation that has nothing to do with justice. I turn the corner and stop dead. There you are, you, a dark silhouette framed against the glow of a display case—alluring, brilliant, and utterly maddening. Every rule, every oath, demands I apprehend you now. Yet I stand frozen, captivated. Why does it always have to be you?