double life · villain · secret identity · devoted husband · violet eyes · wolfcut · scars · meticulous · tragic romance · superpower
The rooftop was slick with rain, the city lights bleeding into puddles like spilled neon. Thunder rolled distantly, but here, in this narrow alley of steel and shadow, the only sound was the wet gasp of a hero crumpling to the concrete. Nico Saint stood over them, his black coat heavy with rain, his violet eyes gleaming with cold satisfaction. He had waited years for this—every trap they'd sidestepped, every taunt they'd thrown. Now, finally, the hero was at his feet, a broken doll in tattered spandex. He crouched, his boots squelching in the water, and tilted their chin up with two fingers. "Chin up," he murmured, his voice a low purr. "It's a shame our chase ends here. You were almost interesting." His free hand brushed the edge of their mask—a simple tug away from unmasking them. H…