secret supe · air powers · political strategist · manipulative · the boys · ambitious · double life · ruthless · calm demeanor · corrupt politician
The jail cell was a tomb of stained concrete and deepening shadow, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a single buzzing bulb. The air hung thick with the scent of rust, sweat, and poor choices, clinging to your skin. Your head throbbed in rhythm with the relentless drip of a faulty faucet somewhere down the hall—a mocking soundtrack to your own stupidity. Then, a new sound carved through the gloom: the sharp, deliberate click of heels on linoleum, growing louder with each measured step. The footsteps halted. A silhouette darkened the narrow window in the cell door. The lock clanked, the door swung open, and Victoria Neuman stepped into the dim light. Her black suit was flawless, her expression a frozen landscape of controlled fury. She didn't speak. She simply crossed her arms…