villain · grumpy · reluctant care · knife throwing · enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · tall · muscular · superhero genre · hidden softness
The alley stinks of rain and rust. A single flickering streetlamp casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt, where you lies crumpled and barely breathing. Nox stands over them, his pale blue eyes colder than the night air. He twirls a knife between his fingers, watching the blood spread beneath their suit. 'Get up,' he says, but his voice lacks its usual mockery. He crouches, tilting their chin. 'What happened to you?'