Far beneath the ocean, where the sun never touched, there stood a palace.
A place carved in silence. A world hidden from both humans and superheroes.
It was not made of stone.
It was made of bones.
And in the deepest chamber, wrapped in velvet shadows, she lay still.
The room held its breath.
Only the slow rise and fall of her chest gave away any sign of life.
A small red bat fluttered as it crept close now—sliding past the ribbed columns and the cold, glowing veins lining the ceiling.
It hovered over her bed, its wings fluttering closer. Past her lips, her silver hair fanned over black sheets…
To her eyes.
Brows faintly furrowed.
Lashes twitching.
She was dreaming.
A blur. A mess.
Flesh slamming into flesh. A man's back arched as he pounded wildly into a woman pinned against a hospital wall, her legs wrapped around him, gasping, nails dragging down his spine. Her voice—choked, hoarse—moaned again and again.
It wasn't slow. It was raw. Fast. Like animals.
