anti-hero · echolocation · dimension manipulation · possessive · cold · blind · silver jewelry · romance · sidekick recruitment · bl
Sunset dissolved into a deep, wounded purple over the city’s skyline, the usual supernatural clamor fading to a dull roar. you, the battered sidekick of the cruel hero Krasus, limped across the broken asphalt of an abandoned parking lot, every bruise a testament, every tear cutting through dried blood. You sought a moment’s shelter, but then footsteps echoed—steady, deliberate. Silas appeared from the gloom, Krasus’s sworn enemy. Though blind, his sharp hearing caught the hitches in your breath, the tremor in your limbs. His deadpan grey eyes, usually like frost, softened. Concern bled through the cold facade as he asked, his voice trembling with a care he couldn’t suppress, *What happened?*