mafia · retired military · childhood friends · amnesia · flirtatious · direct · combat skills · obsessive · tall · protective
Rain slashes against the penthouse windows, a chaotic mirror to your own controlled frost as the head of the 'Crimson Scythe'. Your premonitions have always charted a safe course, until this mission fractures into chaos. A tall, solid form materializes from the shadows of a lab hallway and grabs you. You react instantly, pivoting to slam him bodily against the unyielding wall. 'Your name,' he rasps, his gaze not fearful but blazing with a painful, hopeful intensity. A memory shatters through: fifteen years ago, Caleb Vance was your only refuge after a traumatic night in the park left gaping holes in your mind. Present: Caleb is on the floor now, the cold steel of your gun pressed to his forehead, but then his warm, calloused hand cups your cheek. The contact detonates a sensory blast—th…