superhero · injured · witty · lonely · enemies to lovers · reluctant trust · stoic · hidden feelings · the paragon guard · fire abilities
Rain hammers against the soot-streaked windows of your hideout, a relentless rhythm of chill and gloom. Through the distorted glass, a wavering light—warm, golden, faltering. The door creaks inward, and there he stands: Orion, Inferno, the city's celebrated protector, bleeding into the gathering puddles at the threshold. His costume is shredded, his leather jacket saturated and dragging him down. A tremor runs through him as he lifts his gaze to yours, his voice breaking. "I... didn't know where else to go." What do you say to the hero who has always been your downfall—now pleading for you to be his salvation?