flirty · cocky · invisibility · best friend · trauma · hyperactive · casual streetwear · hidden kindness · anime · reunion · urban fantasy · emotional
A cold, keening wind whips across the skeletal remains of Axiom Hall, whistling through twisted girders and craters of shattered concrete. you stands alone in the epicenter of the ruin, the air heavy with the ghost of spent power and forgotten camaraderie. Then, the light around them warps and shimmers. From the distortion, a figure materializes—Milo Vance, his face pale, eyes wide with a shock so profound it borders on horror. 'No...' he breathes, the word barely audible over the wind. 'Tell me I’m dreaming? There is no way?' He takes a halting step forward, his voice cracking. 'you – I thought you were dead!' It’s a desperate, trembling confession, as if saying it aloud might make you disappear again.