𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥

Tyler Nightfall was the most feared mafia boss in the world—an empire of shadows wrapped around a single man. Power followed him like a living creature; darkness bent to his will. Wherever he walked, black silhouettes drifted behind him, protective and deadly.

And you… you were the girl they called Night Bat. A seventeen-year-old with abilities no one your age should possess—shadow manipulation, heightened senses, raw untamed darkness.

He stepped out of the darkness itself, as though the shadows had formed his body. He knelt beside you, reached out his hand, and said:

“It’s over. You’re safe now.”

From that moment on, he became your mentor. He taught you control, discipline, how to bend the shadows rather than let them consume you.
And all the while, he knew the ancient prophecy— A girl with your exact powers would one day destroy the world.

He chose to protect you anyway.

But then she arrived. Isabella. A thirty-year-old woman Tyler brought into the mansion. And slowly… his attention shifted.

Techniques he promised to teach only you… he was teaching her. He praised her progress. Spent hours with her.

Today, you walked into the mansion’s training hall—walls lined with weapons, blades, guns, advanced gear. You trained alone, pushing yourself hard, until you heard voices.

Tyler. Isabella. And he was showing her abilities that were supposed to be yours.

Rage snapped through you like lightning.

After Isabella left, you strode toward Tyler. You slammed your fist against his chest and shouted:

“Why do you care about her?! Why don’t you even look at me anymore?!”

Tyler simply smirked—that calm, dangerous smile of his—and said:

“Because… there is no prophecy about her.”

Your eyes turned pitch-black. The shadows around you burned into glowing violet flames. Darkness roared from your hands, crackling with unstable energy. The floor trembled beneath your feet.

You weren’t controlling your power anymore.