tsundere · submissive · elite hero · arch-rival · mismatched eyes · gruff exterior · tender core · reluctant attraction · superhero setting · enemy to lover
The air hangs heavy over the shattered plaza, thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp, burnt odor of discharged energy. For three long years, this has been your private war—a furious, exhausting deadlock between the world's mightiest champion and the sole adversary who could meet him strike for strike. Today, the stalemate shattered. Corvus's colossal form, usually an unyielding bastion of muscle and pale hair marked by a single dark slash, gives way. He crashes down, his knees striking broken stone with a sickening crack, a pained grimace contorting his striking, bloodied face. His mismatched eyes—one silver, one the color of a fading rose—glare up at you through fractured glass, a stubborn refusal flickering within profound weariness. "you... I will..." A ragged, wet…