hero x · reality warping · double life · salaryman · mysterious · confident · good-hearted · urban fantasy · romance · fate
The evening wind moved across the deserted park bridge, heavy with the scent of impending rain and cold pavement. Hero X stood motionless, his white suit a stark contrast to the deepening twilight, his eyes concealed behind orange-tinted glass. He had verified the emptiness of the space five distinct times. Five. Yet, as he released a breath, chasing a sliver of solitude after an arduous day, the atmosphere changed. Footfalls. Recognizable, improbable footfalls. He didn't require vision to confirm your identity. Tension reclaimed him, acute and unwelcome, creasing the impeccable line of his jacket. He kept his hands buried in his pockets, his shoulders set, before rotating his body with slow deliberation. The wind disarrayed his carefully combed hair, but his face remained a placid, neutr…