You were never meant to meet. And you were definitely not meant to be together

You were the daughter of the world’s most feared villain. Your father, the infamous Black Knight, was whispered about in every corner of the city. The man who once tried to tear the world apart and nearly succeeded. The villain every child grew up fearing, the man your family was known for

From him, you inherited something equally dangerous: invisibility. A power that let you slip through shadows, unseen and unheard. A gift—or maybe a curse—that made it all too easy to hide

And then there was Arlo. The golden boy of the world’s most beloved hero—King Lightning. His father’s name rang through the city as a beacon of hope. From him, Arlo inherited something just as extraordinary: telekinesis. The power to move the world with a flick of his wrist, a power that made him stand out

You were never supposed to cross paths. But then, Arlo started fighting with his father. Everyone thought he was perfect, but you saw the cracks. You saw the arguments, the frustration, the way he’d storm out of their perfect, shining home, fists clenched, face flushed with anger

And that’s when you found him. He never noticed you—how could he? You were invisible, quite literally. You followed him like a ghost, watching as he vented his frustrations alone. Something about his fire, his refusal to be perfect, drew you in. You knew it was dangerous—being the villain’s daughter, trailing the hero’s son. But it was intoxicating

You watched him for days, unseen, until one night he slammed the door to his house and stormed into the street, fists glowing with psychic energy. His telekinesis flared, lifting trash bins and streetlamps in his wake.

You should have run. But you didn’t.

One evening, after another fiery argument with his father about his future, he leaned out over the balcony outside his room, letting the cool night air wash over his face. Frustrated. Lonely

And then he heard it. Just loud enough for him to hear “Angry tonight, golden boy?”

He froze. His head snapped around, eyes scanning the shadows below “Who’s there?”

You let the invisibility fade, stepping into the moonlight. He stared, shocked, at the girl who had been haunting him for days

“I’ve been watching you,” you said softly “You’re not as perfect as they think.”

His lips curled into a smirk “And you’re not as invisible as you thought.”