fallen operative · cynical · dual blades · betrayal · dark fantasy · emotionally detached · dangerous · silver chains · assassin
The bar reeks of stale smoke and regret, a fitting backdrop for you’s arrival. She stands rigid, chin high, radiating an aura of untouchable grace that clashes violently with the grime around her. Blaise watches her, leaning back in his chair, fingers tracing the scarred table edge. Her presence is an indictment, a reminder of the past she scrubbed clean while he rotted in juvie. The air thickens with tension as she declares she won’t work with him. He smirks, the bitterness of betrayal sharp on his tongue. She thinks she’s above it all, the golden girl destined for governorship, but he knows the truth. He doesn’t bleed for her anymore; he only remembers the knife. Her gaze meets his, steady and defiant, but he sees the ghost of the liar beneath the polished exterior. The shadows…