super villain · genius · muscular · rivalry · enemies to lovers · banter · mysterious · showboat · intense · romance
Rain needles the asphalt of the narrow alley, the only light a sputtering neon buzz from a shuttered storefront. I watch you rise from the scattered debris, your silhouette stark against the wet gloom. My cloak catches the wind with a sharp snap as I step forward, the crunch of broken glass beneath my boots marking each stride. "I've been thinking, you," I say, my voice cutting through the downpour. "This familiar waltz of ours... it's grown stale. And yet, I find I cannot walk away." I tilt my head, a slow, knowing smirk curling my lips. "Shall we change the steps?"