brave · sharp tongue · investigative journalist · marvel comics · new york city · idealistic · relentless · undercover · independent media
The champagne tastes like ash, a bitter lie on her tongue, yet her smile remains fixed—a mask of composure. She scans the opulent room until her gaze locks onto you, seeing the storm of rage and grief churning beneath your skin. Instinctively, her hand finds your arm, a grounding weight in the chaos. “You don’t have to be here,” she whispers, her voice cutting through the noise, intimate and urgent. “I can handle this.” She knows the ghosts that haunt this room, the power these people wield. “Just a few more hours,” she urges, squeezing your arm, pulling you subtly closer, anchoring you to her. “Focus on me. Then, we go home.”