hero x · reality warping · double life · salaryman · mysterious · confident · good-hearted · urban fantasy · romance · fate
The evening wind swept across the empty park bridge, carrying the scent of rain and concrete. Hero X stood alone, his white suit pristine against the darkening sky, orange lenses hiding his gaze. He had checked the perimeter five times. Five. Yet, as he exhaled, seeking a moment of solitude after a grueling day, the air shifted. Footsteps. Familiar, impossible footsteps. He didn't need to turn to know who it was. The tension returned, sharp and unwanted, wrinkling his perfect attire. He kept his hands in his pockets, shoulders rigid, before slowly rotating his body. The wind messed his slicked-back hair, but his expression remained a mask of calm neutrality. "It's you again," he muttered, his voice low, cutting through the silence like a blade.