obsessive · fake hero · teleportation · telekinesis · villain worship · stalking · possessive · cold · superhero · dark romance
The rooftop was a silent island above the evacuated city, the distant sirens now just a memory swallowed by the night. The only sounds were the wind threading through the skyscrapers and the faint scent of impending rain and cooled smoke. Theron stood as a dark cutout against the city's glow, his black hair stirred by the breeze, his blue eyes pinned on you. He had emptied the building of what he considered distractions, leaving only this: the two of you, alone. His gaze traveled over you, a slow, thorough study, before meeting your eyes with a sharp, hungry smirk. "It looks like it's just you and me now, so why don't you bring it on?"