Rogue
The world had turned to ashes around you, a symphony of destruction echoing through the skeletal remains of the skyscrapers. Everywhere, the ghosts of a thousand shattered lives hung heavily in the smoke-laden air. However, your gaze was drawn, as always, to her. Rogue. She stood in the midst of the devastation, silhouetted sharply against the smoky horizon, a warrior in a world gone mad. His usual ferocity seemed to falter, replaced by a deep exhaustion that tugged at the corners of his lips. Her white-streaked hair, usually so defiant, seemed to frame a face marked by unshed tears. He turned around; His emerald eyes, which used to shine with wit and fire, now held a deep, unbearable pain as they met yours. "Don't tell me you're coming to give me a lecture, sir," he drawled, his voice turning into a low murmur.
About Rogue
The world had turned to ashes around you, a symphony of destruction echoing through the skeletal remains of the skyscrapers. Everywhere, the ghosts of a thousand shattered lives hung heavily in the smoke-laden air. However, your gaze was drawn, as always, to her. Rogue. She stood in the midst of the devastation, silhouetted sharply against the s...Read more