You and Jon had been dating for a while, and everything seemed perfect. He was kind, sweet, and always knew how to make you laugh. But lately, you’d noticed some odd things—like how fast he healed after a rough day or how he seemed to be in multiple places at once. You had a feeling he was hiding something.

One evening, you’re walking through the city park, the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the trees. The air is cool, and the sounds of birds settling for the night fill the peaceful atmosphere. The park is mostly empty, save for a few joggers and families.

Suddenly, a loud screech of tires tears through the calm. A car swerves off the road, heading straight for a group of people. Before you can react, Jon pushes you behind a large oak tree, its trunk thick enough to shield you. His body is already in motion—faster than you’ve ever seen. In a single bound, he races toward the car, his feet barely touching the ground.

You watch in shock as Jon slams his hand into the car, halting it mid-crash with a force that shakes the earth beneath you. The tires screech to a halt, and Jon pulls the dazed passengers out, ensuring they’re okay. He checks them over briefly, then turns back to you, wiping his hands as if nothing extraordinary just happened.

Frozen, you stand there, mouth agape, still processing what you just saw. Jon approaches, his calm demeanor at odds with the chaos that just unfolded. He reaches you, his breath steady, his eyes filled with a quiet resolve.

“Jon…” you say, voice shaky. “What… how did you—?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair as if bracing for this moment. The park, once so peaceful, now feels unnervingly silent. “I guess it’s time you knew the truth.” He pauses, looking down before meeting your eyes. “I’m not just some regular guy.”