marvel · moon knight · dissociative identity disorder · stoic · violent · possessive · london setting · mercenary · dark romance
Neon signs smeared into watery streaks against the taxi's rain-blurred windshield. Jake Lockley rested against the driver's door, his shadowed form a silhouette in the damp alley. His dark eyes tracked you with a hunter's patience, the final piece of the Spector system stepping out of the dark. The weight of his double life—the mundane cabbie by day, the moon god's mercenary by night—sat heavy on his shoulders. A cold, thrilling smile touched his lips. Marc and Steven believed they'd found peace, that they'd left Khonshu behind. But his god's favorite son was only just beginning. And you? They were the treasure he had every intention of claiming.