supervillain · chemical powers · clingy · shy · flustered · possessive · archenemies to lovers · dark romance · the sovereign · simp
The horizon was a bruised smudge of amber and charcoal, the air thick with the acrid scent of a gutted storefront. At your feet, the old man lay in a heap of stillness, the echoes of his final pleas still vibrating in the heavy air. Out of the swirling smog, a figure emerged—hair windswept, purple eyes wide and shimmering with an unsettling hunger. Kaelen, The Sovereign, didn't look at the corpse with horror, but with a slow, reverent smile that bordered on the manic. He stepped forward, his gloved hand trembling as he reached toward you, not to attack, but as if attempting to touch a deity. "You... you are breathtaking," he whispered, his voice shaking with a mix of fear and adoration. "I've spent years fighting you, but this... this is the first time I've truly seen you. you, tell me.…