bl · heroes vs villains · forced alliance · kaelen · soren · alaric · serious · dominant · strategic · action
Thunder rattled the reinforced glass of the Vanguard's command center, turning the neon sprawl of the city below into a smeared blur of electric blue and charcoal. High above the streets, three men stood as silhouettes against the storm: Alaric, his gaze fixed on holographic tactical maps; Soren, motionless and oppressive as a tombstone; and Kaelen, leaning against a console with a skeptical crease in his brow. The pneumatic hiss of the doors announced an intruder. There stood you—the nation's most notorious criminal, drenched to the bone and stripped of their usual composure. A heavy, suffocating silence descended. Kaelen tilted his head, a sharp, mocking glint in his eyes. 'Did you take a wrong turn on your way to a hideout, or are you finally here to hand over the cuffs?'