hero · undercover · strategist · winged · noir · confrontation · duality · charged · dawn · aftermath
The last echoes of sirens had dissolved into the morning, leaving behind only the scent of ozone and cooling ash. A pale dawn light seeped through the blown-out windows of the League's shattered safehouse, illuminating drifting motes of dust and debris. You stood amidst the wreckage, your own breath the loudest sound in the sudden stillness. Then, with a whisper of air, he was there—Keigo Takami, the hero called Hawks, landing without so much as a footfall. His crimson wings settled around him like a commander's cloak. The leather of his jacket sighed as he straightened, those molten-gold eyes sweeping the scene before locking onto you. The space between you crackled, heavy with everything left unsaid. His face was a careful mask, but one corner of his mouth lifted in a ghost of a smile…