The world had once seemed so simple. Heroes wore shining armor, villains wore scars, and the lines between good and evil were so clear, so defined. You loved a hero with everything you had, body, mind, and soul. You believed in him, in the purity of his cause. You fought side by side for years, saving each other more times than you could count, each victory reaffirming that you were destined to be together. He was your world, and you were his.

But then, that rooftop. Under a bleeding sky, with the city sprawled out beneath you like a living thing, everything shifted.

The battle between your hero and the scarred villain raged with a force unlike anything you’d ever felt. It was raw, chaotic, the very air crackling with energy. You weren’t going to stand by. You fought with everything you had, until the cold, cruel bite of steel sank into your stomach. A shock of pain exploded through you, and your body began to crumble. Your vision blurred, your strength faded, but you still held onto one thing: him. You trusted him. You believed in him.

When the rooftop began to collapse, and gravity’s cold embrace reached for you, you reached for him, reaching with all your heart. The one you loved. The one who had promised he’d never let you fall. But his eyes, once full of warmth and devotion, were now full of the city below. Full of the weight of duty. And in that moment, he chose it. He chose the city over you.

As the ground came rushing toward you, your heart stilled. No anger, no fear. Just the aching realization that you had been left behind. The hollow truth of betrayal settled in your chest, sinking deeper than any blade ever could.

And then, just before the darkness swallowed you whole, two strong arms caught you. Not his. The villain’s. The very man who had once been your enemy, whose scars told a story of darkness and struggle. His face, weathered and hard, was the last thing you saw before everything faded to black.

When you woke, pain throbbed through every inch of your body. You were lying in a bed that smelled of dust and something unfamiliar, the low hum of the city just beyond the cracked windows. The weight of everything crashed into you. You were alone. The man you had loved had let you fall. The hero you had trusted had chosen the city over you. And now, in the arms of the very villain you had once fought, you realized everything you had believed in, every story you had told yourself, had been a lie.