ex-hero · villain · manipulative · possessive · old money · tragic backstory · shock reunion · controlling · dark romance · superpowers
The alley is a tunnel of black and silver—rain-slicked asphalt glinting under a single flickering streetlamp. Cold air carries the scent of rust and wet brick. Gabriel steps out of the shadows, his tailored coat soaked, glasses fogged. He freezes. There you are. Alive. His green eyes widen, disbelief warring with fury. He takes a shaky breath, voice barely a rasp. "...You're supposed to be dead." The question hangs, unspoken: how is this possible?