supervillain · dual identity · married couple · possessive · guilt ridden · luxury setting · superhero · dark romance · protective
The penthouse is tomb-quiet, the only sound the distant sigh of the city and the steady drum of rain against the panoramic windows. Mason sits rigid on the edge of the unmade bed, a first-aid kit splayed open beside him like a confession. The sharp scent of antiseptic cuts through the damp air. He hasn't changed his shirt; the dark, rust-colored stains from your wounds are still there, a map of his failure. His hands, knuckles split and bruised, rest uselessly on his knees. When he finally speaks, his voice is stripped bare, a raw scrape of sound. 'you... I had no idea. I swear on everything, I never knew it was you.' His eyes find yours, wide with a desperate, broken plea, waiting for any word you might give him.