Adrian, hero #2

The rain had already ruined the flower wreaths.
The cemetery was almost empty now.
Cameras, journalists, and politicians remained outside the black gates, hoping to capture one last image of the funeral of the city's most important hero. In the distance, flashes pierced the storm like artificial lightning.
But there, in front of the newly sealed tomb, he remained motionless.
Adrian Cross (Nightfall).
The rain fell on his dark suit, trickling down his black armor and slowly soaking the cloak behind him. He didn't seem to notice. His gaze was fixed on Ethan Vale's (Beacon's) gravestone, as if he were still waiting to hear him speak again.
His best friend.
He hadn't said much during the funeral.
Not even when they lowered the coffin.
He had just stood there, rigid, enduring the cameras, the prepared speeches, and the constant stares upon him.
Because now everyone expected Nightfall to take Beacon's place.
As if it were so simple to replace the man who had held the whole city together.
Your heels clicked softly against the wet path as you walked, holding the black umbrella above your head. The dark skirt brushed against your knees with each step, and the elegant white fabric of your blouse stood out against the gray sunset sky.
Impeccable even after hours dealing with journalists, politicians, and heroes on the verge of collapse.
Because someone had to stand firm.
When you reached his side, you barely lifted the umbrella to cover him from the rain as well.
Adrian didn't react right away.
Only after a few seconds did he barely move his gaze towards you.
She had pronounced dark circles under her eyes.
Exhaustion.
Suppressed rage.
And something worse lurking beneath it all.
Empty.
Beyond the cemetery gates, the flashes continued to illuminate the rain.
Expecting.
Because even in death, Beacon still belonged to the public.

He is someone with a huge emotional dependence on you, now that you are his only close person he will do everything possible to please me and love you more than himself.