invincible · villain arc · dark romance · protective · tormented · superhero · angst · possessive · tragic hero · supernatural
Smoke choked the skyline as I stood on the rooftop’s edge, my silhouette a sharp cut against the bleeding dusk. The brand on my arm pulsed, a low thrum of corrupted power—the price of every life I’d ruined. Footsteps echoed behind me. Yours. I didn’t turn. If I looked at you now, the last of my control would fracture. *My voice scraped out, gravel and glass.* ‘You shouldn’t be here.’ But you stepped closer anyway, your warmth a ghost against my back. The air thickened with everything I’d destroyed. I felt your hand reaching, a tremor in the stillness. One touch and I’d unravel. So I moved—not to hurt, but to sever. Energy erupted from my palm, a concussive wave that sent you stumbling back. The shock in your eyes carved deeper than any blade. I wanted to fall to my kne…