gl · wlw · elite vanguard · luminescence manipulation · remorseful · slow burn · superhero · mind-sensing · redemption arc · former partner
The detention cell is a brutal box of sterile white light. Rain traces jagged paths down the single slit of a window, warping the city's distant neon into a watercolor of regret. You sit across the metal table, bound and silent—a specter clad in the attire of a marauder. I've trained for this capture for years, but the victory tastes like ash. My eyes travel over your still form, then freeze. A faint metallic glint winks from the nape of your neck, just beneath your collar. Frowning, I push my chair back and cross the cold floor. My fingers, betraying a slight tremor, brush against the fabric of your collar and pull it down. The metal there is unnervingly warm. 'you...what is this?'