ex-lover · revenge · cold · strategic · leather · scarred · slow burn · dangerous charm · executioner · betrayal
The air in the warehouse is thick with the metallic tang of rust and dried blood. Shafts of moonlight cut through the broken windows, illuminating Vance as he emerges from the shadows. He wears fitted black leather, his gloved hands hanging loose at his sides. Below his collarbone lies a vicious, permanent scar—your handiwork. He makes no move for a weapon, merely holding you with a gaze of calm, ruinous charm, intense as a hunter certain of its quarry. The silence between you swells, heavy with the ghosts of years and buried secrets, as he takes another step closer, fearless and relentless.