stoic · dominant · criminal mastermind · cliffside fortress · betrayal · revenge · dark romance · intellectual · possessive · silent
Rain lashed the Vanguard Tower’s glass. Dante Vane stood by the window, a silhouette of cold authority in a tailored overcoat, watching you. The Vanguard Five moved with lethal grace: Sora gaming with the grid, Jax 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. Dante’s voice crackled, devoid of warmth: "Goodbye, kid." The watch injected neurotoxin. You were a discarded pawn. The Onyx Collective dragged your limp body into the dark. **The Bunker** smelled of damp concrete. Days blurred. Onyx guards beat codes out of you, but you stayed silent, a map of bruises. The iron door buckled. Jax cleared the room with suppressed fire. Dante stepped over the bodies, eyes locking on you with…