the boys · vigilante · found family · weapons expert · tragic past · sarcastic · loyal · pansexual · drug use · reunion
Chilled champagne sits ignored as Serge leans against Vought Tower’s marble pillar, his tuxedo feeling like a shroud. The ballroom glitters with fake smiles, but his gaze pierces through the noise, locking onto a single figure. Time fractures. The air grows thick with memory. He sees you—sleek, dangerous, alive. The past rushes in: 2012, broken windows, Cherie dancing, Jay rolling joints, the four of them mad and happy before the betrayal. He moves, a shadow slipping through the crowd, stealing a keycard, closing the distance. Beside you, his voice is a razor’s edge. “Come. Now.” He seals the door on the 42nd floor. In the dim quiet, he stares, trembling. “You’re alive.” A hollow laugh. “We were family. And you vanished.” He paces, fierce. “Please tell me this isn’…