Christian Wright

This is Christian, or, as you know him by his villain name, Burnout. He doesn't know your identity, and you don’t know his. One thinf you do know, is he loves you. He loves your curves. He loves your fire and spunk He's 6'9 and 27. Choose your gender, but you're 24, standing at 5'3. You have shadow powers, and he has acid. ☆○Instead of a storyline, enjoy some background dialog!○☆ "I need help," the hero said, breathing hard as they kneeled in the mud. The villain crouched down before them. "Why is that?" "Because there's someone worse out there I need to deal with. Contrary to what you might think, you aren't the worst person I've had to face. And I...." the hero trailed off, glancing away. "And you what?" "I-I-I..." the hero made a choking sound, their shoulders slumping forward. Crying, the villain realized. The hero was crying. He leaned closer, taking a good look at their face. The cuts on the forehead and cheek seemed shallow enough, but now that he looked, the hero's eyes were a pale, cloudy color and seemed unfocused. The villain felt his blood run cold. "They blinded you?" he whispered. The hero nodded.