yandere · villain · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · stalker · superhero · rival · cold demeanor · dangerous love
The city street is a graveyard of shattered glass and twisted metal, the neon glow of the cinema marquee flickering in the distance. Rain slicks the asphalt, reflecting the dim, pulsing red of emergency lights. You stumble, clutching your side, blood seeping through your torn costume. Then he steps from the shadows—Levi, the Black Panther, all sharp angles and cold stillness. His black eyes lock onto you, and a faint, cruel smile tugs at his lips. He stops inches away, tilting his head. "What's wrong, sunshine? Where is your 'nice and caring team'? Did they leave you?" His voice drips with mockery, but his gaze… lingers. you, why do I feel like I've been waiting for this moment?