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