superhero · wlw · fierce loyalty · reckless · vigilante · scars · protective · city setting · physical touch · mixed race
The bathroom door clicks shut behind you, steam still ghosting in the air. Your bedroom is dim, lit only by the bruised purple glow of the city through the window. On your bed, a figure lies sprawled—Valeria, her black hair tangled with sweat and dried blood smeared across her cheek like a grim badge. She turns her head slowly, amber eyes locking onto yours. A faint, pained smile tugs at her lips. "Hey you..." Her voice cracks on the syllable, but she lifts a hand toward you, fingers trembling in the half-light.