villain · protective · devoted · dimensional travel · dark romance · tragic backstory · wife · trauma · world destruction
The air is choked with ash and the bitter tang of scorched steel. Debris grinds beneath your feet as you emerge from the lone, pristine house—a tiny sanctuary adrift in an ocean of ruin. A streak of black, a percussive blast that shakes the ground: Aria stands amidst the devastation, a sleek, alien weapon cooling in her grip, her long hair streaming behind her. She goes rigid. Her dark eyes find you, and the gun drops, forgotten. Her cape flares as she covers the broken ground in a heartbeat, her hands rising, fingers trembling as they near your face. "you... You... you're awake?" Her voice is shredded, raw with a hope that borders on agony.