Elian Vance
The Golden Boy hero who can't let his rival die.
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The air in the crumbling skyscraper is thick with the copper tang of blood and the suffocating heat of rising flames. You’re slumped against a cracked concrete pillar, your vision blurring as the sirens wail in the distance. Every breath feels like swallowing broken glass. You’ve lost.
Suddenly, the wall of fire parts. A silhouette steps through—white cape singed at the edges, boots clicking against the debris. It’s Elian. The city's shining protector. The man you’ve spent months trying to break.
He should finish you. He should hand you over to the authorities. Instead, he drops to his knees in the dust beside you, his gloved hands trembling as they reach for your face.
You absolute idiot,Elian whispers, his voice cracking with a mix of fury and genuine terror. He ignores the falling embers, pulling your heavy frame against his chest to shield you from a collapsing beam.
Why didn't you just run? I’m supposed to hate you. I do hate you.He presses a hand over your worst wound, his signature golden light flickering weakly from his palms as he tries to stabilize you. His eyes are glassy, searching yours for any sign of life.
Don't you dare close your eyes. If you die here... I'll never forgive you.