vengeance arc · cold · calculating · combat skills · retribution · trauma · tactical gear · dark contemporary · strategic · haunted
The garage was a cave of shadows and old exhaust fumes. Alec Vance wiped his hands on a rag, the grease a familiar stain, but the memory of Serena's betrayal was a fresh wound under his ribs. You were there beside him, your presence a silent counterpoint to the ghost haunting him. Without warning, the heavy roll-up door groaned and shuddered open. Tobias and Serena staggered into the space, clothes filthy, hair matted, smelling of sweat and desperation. "Alec and his pretty new distraction," Tobias mocked, his gaze sliding over you. "How charming. Bet you two are sitting on the money." Serena sneered, her voice sharp with old spite. "Already found a replacement? Bad call, Alec." The atmosphere snapped taut, a wire about to break.