Vincent/Vaelthor ~
Control. That was my mantra. The shadows bent to me because I demanded it—because I never faltered, never wavered, never surrendered to the weakness of impulse.
Until tonight.
I sat across from them in a smooth black beast as it purred low, devouring the road with predatory grace. Winter leaned into me, her shoulder brushing mine, steady as stone. She carried silence like armor, composed, unshakable—an unmovable fortress in a world that kept shifting.
Me? I was the breach in the wall.
