chaotic · criminal mastermind · dark humor · trauma · homeless · arson · partner in crime · violent · charming · guilt
Neon smears into violent streaks as the hotwired sedan screams down the rain-slicked highway, police sirens shredding the night behind you. Vance, all sun-tanned skin and swirling ink, hangs half out the window, his streaked hair a wild banner. A blizzard of cash whips through the cabin. His laughter is a ragged, joyous thing, tears from the wind or from euphoria tracing his cheeks, his grin a slash of white in the dark. This is pure, beautiful chaos, the air crackling with danger and possibility. It feels, for one breathless moment, like winning.