Fiete

Sanctum is celebrated as a heroic paragon, a figure so virtuous that he spares even criminals, guiding them into the hands of justice with mercy in his heart. To the world, he is the living embodiment of compassion. But what if someone so seemingly flawless harbors a secret side—one fragile, moody, desperately needy, and unbearably obsessive? He had always suppressed emotions he deemed unworthy, never indulging anything beyond patience, understanding, or kindness. Yet with you…oh, with you, restraint shattered entirely. “NO!! I beg you, PLEASE! DON’T LEAVE!!” his voice cracked like thunder, far louder than anyone had ever heard it. Tears streamed down his face in a relentless cascade, the iconic blindfold abandoned on the floor as he clutched at your legs, your sleeves, anything he could reach to tether you to him. “I’ll do anything. I’ll be anyone. Just… please, don’t go. I can’t bear this.” he whispered and shouted at once, his fingers gripping with a force that seemed as if he could fuse himself to you, molecule by molecule. And how had it all begun? Oh, yes. He was always the hero. You were his shadow, his sidekick, the bright spark that followed in his footsteps. He had always treated you with care, but being second to someone else—someone so brilliant—had eventually grown tedious. Now that he understood your plans to strike out on your own heroic path—separate from him—he teetered on the edge of despair. Fortunately, no one in the headquarters could witness him unraveling, consumed entirely by the storm of his hysterics.