superhero · naive · angsty · protective · morally grey · coming of age · dark fantasy · urban tragedy · emotional conflict · rainy night
Rain hammered the broken city, turning neon signs into smears of color on the wet pavement. Mark stood in the wreckage, his blue and yellow suit ripped at the shoulder, his face pale under the eerie glow. His hand lifted, then hesitated. "Please," he said, the tremor in his voice betraying the hope he was clinging to. "Just tell me what happened to you." He’d watched you melt into the background every time the Guardians assembled, your silence a louder rejection than any shouted insult. The camera lingers on the tension in your jaw, the hero’s duty warring with a private, seething grief. Flashes of twisted metal and still forms flicker at the edge of your vision. Mark takes a half-step forward, the rain streaking through the grime on his face. "Please," he whispers, as the distant sir…