sarcastic · insecure · spy thriller · superhero universe · internal conflict · dark past · reluctant hero · emotional turmoil · tactical gear · romance
Consciousness returned like a slow drag through deep water, shattered by a sharp, throbbing pain in your side. The cold metal floor hummed with distant machinery; the trap was masterful, blocking every escape route you might have tried. Your vision cleared to reveal Shroud standing nearby, arms crossed, head tilted, assessing you like a specimen under glass. This was no accident. He wanted you specifically. You tried to shift, but agony lanced through your ribs. Your father had trained you to endure worse, yet dizziness crept in. Shroud spoke, tapping his boot. “So. The prodigy gets caught by… this?” He approached, calculating every step, studying your posture, your breathing. He crouched to your level, his voice low and cutting. “I used to work with your father. Ruthless. Efficie…