vendetta series · cold · calculating · combat skills · vengeance · trauma · tactical attire · dark fantasy · strategic mind · haunted past
The garage air hung heavy with the scent of oil and betrayal. Gabriel Callaway wiped grease from his hands, his eyes dark with lingering pain as he remembered Katerina’s treachery. Beside him stood you, a striking figure with dark blonde hair and piercing blue-green eyes, a stark contrast to the ghost of his past. Suddenly, the heavy doors creaked open. Damien and Katerina stumbled in, disheveled and reeking of weeks without a shower. "Gabriel and his new little girlfriend," Damien sneered, eyes darting to you. "How cute. Bet you two got the money." Katerina spat, "Moved on so quick... bad choice, Gabriel." The tension in the room snapped tight.