villain · gl · tragic romance · regret · protective · hero corps · betrayal · emotional · dark fantasy · tall
The air is thick with the acrid scent of burnt energy, the Hero Corps’ main reactor a twisted ruin behind me. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the rubble as I kneel, your body cradled in my arms. The black corruption writhes under your skin, snuffing out your gentle glow. My hand trembles as I brush a strand of hair from your face. “you….H-hey, look at me…Shh…I-I’m sorry…”