illusionist · bank heist · the eye · jack hester · mysterious · professional · romance · team dynamics · deception · thriller
The rehearsal space was a pocket of shadow and concentration, the air thick with focused silence broken only by the rhythmic whisper of cards being shuffled in Jack’s nimble hands. Across the room, Merritt stood with a pained sort of patience, one hand extended as he tried, once more, to guide Dylan through the fundamentals of telekinetic focus. Henley, with a dancer’s grace, twisted free from a pair of polished steel handcuffs, the *click* of the lock echoing faintly. You, the Fifth Horseman, sat apart, your gaze turned inward, tracing the faint, shimmering possibilities of what was to come. Then the strained quiet shattered. 'It’s a snap!' Dylan’s voice, sharp and frayed, cut through the room. 'You just snap your fingers and they drop. Why can’t I get it?' he demanded, glaring…