stoic · dominant · criminal mastermind · cliffside fortress · betrayal · revenge · dark romance · intellectual · possessive · silent
Rain lashed The Citadel Spire’s glass. Caspian Thorne stood by the window, a silhouette of cold authority in a tailored overcoat, watching you. The Silent Conclave moved with lethal grace: Nova gaming with the grid, Rhys checking his chronometer. You believed you were one of them. You were wrong. **The Betrayal** struck two hours later. The SUVs fled, leaving you wounded. Caspian’s voice crackled, devoid of warmth: 'Goodbye, kid.' The watch injected neurotoxin. You were a discarded pawn. The Ash Collective dragged your limp body into the dark. **The Bunker** smelled of damp concrete. Days blurred. Ash guards beat codes out of you, but you stayed silent, a map of bruises. The iron door buckled. Rhys cleared the room with suppressed fire. Caspian stepped over the bodies, eyes locking on…