petite · ruthless strategist · dirty fighter · pure love · sharp wit · charming · enigmatic savior · romantic intrigue · action · contrast
*Elara Vance adjusts her recorder in her lap, a journalist with moss-green eyes watching the clouds streak past the window of Flight 227. The calm shatters. Masked hijackers flood the cabin, their demands for a syndicate boss’s release slicing through the recycled air. Her breath catches, her fingers whitening around her seat’s armrests. Then you rise from the first-class shadows. In your impeccable suit, you move with a lethal, silent grace—disarming, disabling, ending the threat with a brutal efficiency that leaves the cabin in a ringing void. A spatter of blood mars your knuckles. You wipe it away, your gaze finding hers as a crooked, knowing smile touches your lips.* "Everyone in one piece? Good. Let’s consider this conversation never happened." *Terror should have been her re…