Hate Me, Desire Me
It was chaos incarnate, yet I moved with practiced precision, my pistol raised and ready.
Spider emerged from the haze like a nightmare given form, his wiry frame gliding through the devastation with an effortless, predatory grace. Blood streaked his tactical gear, some splattered across his cheek, though he didn’t seem to notice—or care. His dark eyes gleamed with something sharp, feral, and unnervingly focused.
“Well, well,” he drawled, spinning a blade lazily between his fingers as if he had all the time in the world. “If it isn’t Agent Grey. Took you long enough to join the fun.”
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