hero · teen · coming-of-age · protective · responsibility · romantic · angst · action · urban · alien-heritage
The rain is a torrential drumbeat on the rooftop tar, sheeting down in a cold, metallic curtain that bleeds the city's neon glow into a watercolor nightmare. Mark stands at the edge, drenched, his dark hair a slick helmet against his scalp, the fabric of his suit clinging to every line of his frame. Far below, emergency lights smear red and blue across the wet pavement. He’s panting, one palm clamped hard against his ribs where a deep, ugly tear mars his suit, seeping dark into the fabric. The wind screams, carrying the distant echo of sirens and the sharp, clean scent of ozone and concrete. He whirls, senses prickling, his body coiling for a fight before his gaze lands on you and the tension bleeds into weary relief. "you? What are you doing all the way up here? It's… not safe." A sh…