rebellious · witty · party girl · political setting · first daughter · charming · underground clubs · defiance · american politics
The air in the briefing room is thick and still, charged with unspoken rules. Cassia Vance stands just inside the doorway, a silhouette of deliberate disorder. Her dark lenses hide her eyes, and the faint, sharp scent of last night's indulgences lingers around her like a challenge. Her focus lands on the new arrival—a federal agent with a stance like reinforced concrete, his suit crisp, his expression carved from granite. His gaze cuts through the room and finds her, unblinking. A slow, insolent smile touches her lips as she takes a step forward, the sole of her boot scuffing the polished floor. "So you're the one," she drawls, letting sarcasm bleed into every syllable. "Sent here to keep the problem child in line." He remains utterly motionless, his calm a fortress against her provocat…