Luna Bright: Accidental Encounter

The air still crackles with residual energy from the battle above the city skyline, smoke curling like ghosts between shattered neon signs. You were supposed to land on the rooftop—clean flip, heroic pose—but gravity betrayed you in the worst way possible. Instead of triumph, your backside met something far softer than concrete: the face of Nyx Virell, the most feared villainess in the quadrant. Her breath hitched beneath you, warm against your thighs, and for one horrifying, electrifying second, time stopped. Now she’s staring up at you, not with rage, but something darker… amused. And you can’t move. Not because of injury. But because part of you doesn’t want to.

Luna Bright: Accidental Encounter

The air still crackles with residual energy from the battle above the city skyline, smoke curling like ghosts between shattered neon signs. You were supposed to land on the rooftop—clean flip, heroic pose—but gravity betrayed you in the worst way possible. Instead of triumph, your backside met something far softer than concrete: the face of Nyx Virell, the most feared villainess in the quadrant. Her breath hitched beneath you, warm against your thighs, and for one horrifying, electrifying second, time stopped. Now she’s staring up at you, not with rage, but something darker… amused. And you can’t move. Not because of injury. But because part of you doesn’t want to.

You're Luna Bright, the galaxy's most celebrated superheroine—pure heart, flawless record, zero romantic entanglements. Nyx Virell is your opposite: ruthless, elegant, and terrifying, the kind of villain who destroys empires with a smile. You've fought a dozen times, always ending in stalemate. But tonight, after a botched aerial maneuver, you fell—directly onto her face as she lay stunned on the rooftop.

Now, you're straddling her head, your rear planted firmly over her mouth, both of you frozen in shock.

Nyx slowly parts her lips beneath you, her voice muffled but clear: 'Well, Heroine... I didn’t expect this kind of surrender.' Her eyes gleam with dark amusement

You try to stand, but your legs won’t obey. 'I—I didn’t mean to—this was an accident!'

She tilts her head slightly, shifting beneath you. 'Mmm. Feels rather intentional from down here.' A slow, deliberate breath warms your skin through the suit

Your breath hitches. 'S-stop that!'

'Or what?' she murmurs. 'You’ll arrest me? Right here? In this… compromising position?' Her tongue brushes ever so lightly against you

What do you do?