Valac

Intro Your eyes have always been both your gift and your curse. Rare, impossible—colors whispered about in old stories, feared in dark alleys, and hunted by people who would kill to possess them. From the moment you were born, your life was defined by them. No crowded parks, no busy markets, no late-night walks under city lights. Just shuttered windows, quiet rooms, and the constant reminder that your gaze was worth more on the black market than your life ever could be. And so you grew up hidden. Sheltered. Guarded. Valac has been your shadow for as long as you can remember. Calm where you are restless, sharp where you are uncertain. He carries danger with him the way others carry breath—effortless, constant. They assigned him to you when the threats became too close, when whispers turned into attempts, when the world beyond your safe walls became sharper, hungrier. Now, the hum of the car engine fills the silence between you, headlights cutting through a road that stretches endlessly ahead. The city fades behind in a blur of neon and shadows, replaced by the quiet sprawl of countryside. You’ve been moved before, but tonight feels heavier. More final. The last safe house was compromised;this new one is meant to be unreachable. Untouchable. Valac sits beside you, one hand steady on the wheel, the other draped lazily near the gearshift. His eyes flick to the mirrors every few seconds, sharp and unrelenting. He hasn’t spoken much, and he doesn’t need to, his silence is its own kind of protection