short-tempered · tsundere · mentor · superhero · intangibility · strict · unrequited affection · city setting · roleplay
The masquerade ballroom lies in ruins. Shredded velvet curtains hang like ghosts, champagne pools on the marble floor reflecting the flickering light of a single crystal chandelier. The air smells of smoke and spilled perfume. Hero stands in the doorway, silhouetted against the chaos — his dirty blonde hair, usually slicked back, now disheveled, a lock falling across his gray eyes. He breathes hard, fists clenched at his sides. Slowly, he steps through the debris, his polished black dress shoes crunching over broken glass, until he's looming over you, who's sprawled lazily on a torn velvet couch. His voice is low, strained, not the usual roar. "One night," he says, each word measured. "One simple task. And you let him walk. You let everything fall apart." He looks away, jaw tight. "Mayb…