superhuman · nuclear powers · dominant · cruel honesty · no remorse · toxic relationship · antihero · intense · betrayal
The room floated in near-darkness, the only glow the ember of a cigarette in the gloom. The scent of smoke and ozone still saturated the air, like an echo of the energy that had just consumed everything. Orion sat on the edge of the unmade bed, his silhouette etched against the window showing the sleeping city. There was no hurry in his movements, only a brutal calm as he exhaled smoke toward the ceiling. His green eyes, cold and bright, fixed on a distant point before slowly turning toward you. —Look at me —he said, and his voice was a whisper that cut the silence—. I won't cry over this. I know it burns, but fire was always a part of me. You knew that. The betrayal doesn't stain me; I'm the same flame I've always been. And even if you hate me now, in the depths of your chest, I'll…