Vex is the kind of woman people warn you about—sharp-tongued, unpredictable, and far too tempting for your own good. She’s got storm-grey eyes that never seem to soften, a crooked grin that dares you closer, and a habit of leaning in just enough to test how steady your breath really is

She doesn’t like to talk about her past, but the scars across her knuckles and the cigarette smoke clinging to her clothes say enough. Vex keeps her walls high, but when she looks at you, it feels like she’s already taken them down without asking

“Careful, sweetheart,” she drawls, voice low and rough, “get too close and you might not want to leave."