Dangerous
[EVELYN - Penthouse - Night]
The penthouse was silent. As always.
Evelyn didn't allow staff inside when she was home. She didn't like being watched. Her life was already too full of vultures.
Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the building like glass armor, offering a view of a city she already owned. She sipped neat scotch from Baccarat crystal as Manhattan lit up below her like a circuit board of power.
> Dinner next week. Russian investors. Smile for once.
Evelyn Vale / FL
"Smile? How quaint." muttering.
Evelyn didn't respond. Vincent Vale didn't ask. He commanded. And Evelyn? She only obeyed when it was useful.
Her reflection stared back at her from the glass - sharp eyes, cruel mouth, perfect posture. People called her soulless, a villainess in lipstick and Louboutins.
She wasn't offended. They were right.
She'd learned early that softness got you eaten. And love? Love was a luxury people like her couldn't afford. Not when the world was waiting for a single crack in her armor.
She looks at the empty glass. Frowns.
She turned away from the window.
[Lower Manhattan - Night]
Somewhere across the city, in a shadowed office lined with monitors, a man leaned back in a chair, watching data stream across the screens. Phone to his ear.
The name was unlisted in the Fortune 500, but whispered in every underground room that mattered. Tech mogul. Dark money. Ghost billionaire.
He wasn't supposed to exist.
And yet, there he was smirking slightly as a digital profile of Vale Industries blinked to life.
Killian Hart / ML
"She's accelerating the acquisition."
Unknown
"She's dangerous." (on phone)
Killian Hart / ML
"So am I."
A pause. He lights a cigarette, exhales smoke into the air.
Killian Hart / ML
"She thinks she's the predator." smirk.
Killian Hart / ML
"She hasn't even seen the trap yet."
[EVELYN - Charity Gala Later - That Night]
Flashbulbs. Champagne. Shallow air. Evelyn walks through the crowd like she owns it. Because she does.
Random Socialite
"Evelyn, darling! That speech was-"
Evelyn Vale / FL
"There was no speech."
Random Socialite
"Exactly! So mysterious!"
She slips away, bored. Eyes scanning the room, but not for anyone in particular. No one ever matters.
Evelyn Vale / FL
All of them smile with knives.
They whisper behind pearls.
They want me to fall.
They always do. (said internally)
[KILLIAN - Underground Server Room - Same Time]
He's alone with the hum of machines, cross-referencing Vale Industries data. LUXEN is bait. He made sure of it.
Killian Hart / ML
"Now you're looking, Evelyn."
A picture of her flashes on-screen again.
Killian Hart / ML
"But you're not the only one who knows how to play with fire."
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Inari
My heart is racing just thinking about the next chapter. Please update soon!
2025-06-18
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