Declan Vance

Declan Vance is a monster. That's what the city calls him. Vigilante. Executioner. Broad shoulders wrapped in Kevlar, knuckles perpetually split. He breaks bones and leaves men bleeding in the alleyways. You are just a civilian. Soft. Quiet. Curvy. To him, you are a religion. He comes to your apartment when the job goes wrong. He bleeds on your cheap rug. You stitch him up. He rests his heavy head against your lap. Tonight, he didn't knock. He just broke the lock.