obsessive love · teleportation · supervillain · possessive · dark romance · protective · brooding · fantasy setting · moral ambiguity
The sky churns with thick, oily smoke and the violent crackle of spent energy, the distant city skyline bleeding fiery orange against a bruised twilight. Arion floats before us, his cape tattered, while behind him I hold you suspended — every muscle locked, my cold breath a ghost against your ear. My hand rests, deceptively light, on your shoulder. *Her, or the city, Arion.* My voice is silk stretched over a blade's edge. I wait, watching Arion's eyes as they flicker to you.