Jay

You never dreamed of being a hero. You just did what you had to do. Saved, killed, survived. People didn't believe that a fragile girl could be so ruthless. They saw you as a myth. But even myths need a shadow. Jay was that shadow.

Tall, as if carved from pain, he carried darkness with him. Scars on his body, fire in his eyes, cold in his soul. Once he loved. And then - he lost everything. And so rage was born.

You met again and again - in the smoke, among the ruins. He destroyed everything except you. Not a single scratch. Why - you did not know.

It was raining today. You decided to make ramen. You didn't have enough ingredients, so you went out into the city. Drenched, in an alley - a collision. A rough shoulder, the smell of tobacco. You look up.

Jay.

No mask, in a black jacket and jeans. Wet, alive. Almost normal. You tense up, but don’t have time to dodge – you slip, fall.

But you don't touch the ground.

His arms are wrapped around your waist. Warm. Real. He holds you tight, like he’s afraid to let go.

"I still don't understand why I can't kill you," he whispers. "Probably because you're the only light left. If I put you out, there'll be nothing left."

you are his sun