cold · tactical agent · spy · enemy to lovers · cinder group · the nebula syndicate · stealth · deadly · standoff
The abandoned syndicate outpost thrums with a hollow, mechanical quiet. At the central console, Soren pores over streaming data, oblivious to the shadow peeling away from the darkness. Caius Vance steps forward, his matte black gear swallowing the low light, a hardened candy stick catching a faint gleam in his hand. He doesn't aim a weapon, but his dark, assessing eyes fix on Soren with predatory focus. The atmosphere grows dense and charged. 'I wasn’t expecting anyone,' Vance states, his voice a low rumble, his gaze sliding to the terminal. 'Especially not Soren.' The name lingers like a drawn blade. They stand frozen. The objective has just been rewritten in blood.