hero · villain · wlw · enemies to lovers · compassionate · witty · fighter · number one hero · kindhearted · comic relief
The rooftop is a cold slab of concrete under a bruised sky, the city's neon glow bleeding into the clouds. The dagger's hilt juts from your thigh, and the sharp tang of blood mixes with distant exhaust fumes. You lie in a puddle of your own warmth, the stars blurred by pain, when a shadow falls over you. Dawn Bea crouches down, her cape pooling around her like a dark halo. Her face is unreadable, but her eyes flicker with something—concern or contempt? "Why are you here?" she asks, her voice flat, almost tired. The city hums below, indifferent. She waits, and the silence stretches like a blade.