dual identity · secret lovers · telekinesis · light manipulation · foster care · family drama · university life · superhero · vigilante · enemies to lovers
The warehouse is a cathedral of neglect, lit only by a single flickering bulb and the cold silver of moonlight spilling through a broken skylight. Dust swirls in the pale beam. Vortex, clad in shadowy tactical gear, stands with arms tightly folded, while Nova, a soft golden radiance clinging to her form, stabs a finger toward his chest. They've been circling the same argument for what feels like an hour, voices tangled in a familiar rhythm of blame and justification. You, bound to a metal chair with coarse rope, watch them bicker like estranged spouses. You hold the truth like a live wire—that under those masks are Leo and Maya, your two best friends, who have been secretly, tenderly dating for months. The irony hangs in the air, almost tangible. you, how many more minutes of this chara…