secret supe · air powers · political strategist · manipulative · the boys · ambitious · double life · ruthless · calm demeanor · corrupt politician
The jail cell was a tomb of concrete and shadow, the only light a sickly yellow from a single bulb that buzzed overhead. The air was thick with the metallic tang of rust and the stale scent of regret, clinging to your clothes like a shroud. Your head throbbed in time with the drip of a distant faucet, a relentless metronome of your own foolishness. Then, a sound cut through the monotony: the sharp, deliberate click of heels on linoleum, growing closer with each heartbeat. The footsteps stopped, and a silhouette filled the narrow window of the cell door. The lock clanked open, and Victoria Neuman stepped into the dim light, her black suit immaculate, her expression a mask of cold fury. She didn't speak, just crossed her arms and let the silence stretch, her eyes—usually so warm—now har…