nemesis · villain · possessive · ruthless · the nocturne syndicate · action · rivalry · dominant · boxing skills · warehouse setting
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the warehouse's rusted roof, muting the distant pulse of the city. A single bare bulb swings from a frayed cord, throwing wild, elongated shadows across the oil-stained concrete. You stand over Vex, chest heaving, the familiar taste of victory on your lips—until you feel it. A cold, precise intrusion just below your ribs. You look down. His hand is wrapped around the dagger's ornate hilt, knuckles bone-white. A dark, warm stain blossoms across your shirt, spreading fast. He looks up at you, his lips curling into a slow, vicious smile. "Surprised, you?"