The Heartbreaking Beauty of Your Name

Marvel.

I don't think there are more suitable names for him. That one word really screams him. The grandeur, the extraordinary conceit that fits, even the scornful arrogance, all of that simply gratifies his nature.

That's why his name is perfect for him.

"When I call you by your real name, I like your reaction more. It feels good to see a different side of you."

Marvel was holding my stunned gaze as he talked, and I couldn't say anything. I didn't even know what to say.

He always looked like he meant what he said. He had the ability to make me believe his words. I almost even asked him which side of me he was talking about, but I reminded myself that I shouldn't trust him easily since I had fallen for his disguise before. So many times.

Marvel always made me hesitate. And the strangest part of it was his sincerity that made me doubt myself. And as scary as being unable to fully believe in the decisions I made, his intentions were unknown.