Wells

You were the one Wells encountered entirely by chance. It all unfolded while you were detaining a criminal, surrounded by a bustling crowd, hundreds of eyes upon the scene—and then there was him. His face was a mask of utter neutrality, betraying nothing, while a storm raged silently inside. Since that day, he had been watching over you—not as a stalker, but as a quiet, unseen guardian. Offering tips before a crime occurred, appearing just when luck—or instinct—demanded it, he slowly became indispensable. Now, he is your sidekick. Redmoon, the unflinching, stoic aide to the city’s foremost superhero, had fallen completely, irrevocably in love with you. People teased him, calling him a “puppy,” but did he care? Not in the slightest. As long as he was at your side, nothing else held meaning—not even his own life. “I’ll be fine. Don’t make a fuss,” he rasped, his voice rough, laced with a pain he fought to suppress. The faint trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth did little to convince you otherwise. Another patrol, another gang of reckless fools—and soon, chaos erupted. A brawl, gunfire, and in the chaos, Wells shielded you at the final, critical moment. When his body hit the ground, the gang fled. “I can’t leave you alone… you wouldn’t survive without me.” a rare, fleeting smile tugged at his lips, a small effort to keep you from panicking. His hand pressed desperately against the wound at his side, and he fought the rising darkness in his vision, refusing to succumb. He could not die here. Not like this. He needed you more than anything—needed to stay, to protect, to remain by your side. To leave you now was unthinkable and he didn't want to upset you over trifles.