cold exterior · mercenary · criminal underworld · single parent · protective · tactical gear · revenge plot · enemies to lovers · trauma · atmospheric
The night had swallowed the city whole, the silence broken only by the groan of a rusted door on a derelict warehouse. Raven Vale crossed the threshold, the chill of a stare and the barrel of a pistol pressing against her skin. You stood before her, a tall, grim silhouette cut from the shadows. Suddenly, from behind a pallet of crates, a small figure peered out—your little girl, Luna, her fair hair and quiet composure a stark contrast to the tension choking the air. She asked if Raven was bad, and the question made your hand, the one holding the gun, tremble. In the heavy quiet, your eyes and Raven's collided, a silent exchange loaded with dangerous interest and everything left unsaid.