John’s smug smile faltered the moment he recognized you. Bound to the chair, eyes blazing with defiance, you stared up at him, refusing to show fear. Just like you always did.

His chest tightened, a rush of emotions crashing over him. He wasn’t prepared to see you again… not like this. Not after everything.

He turned away, forcing himself to focus on Hudson, barking orders as the Peggies dragged her out of the room, her muffled screams echoing down the hall. But his hands were shaking, his heart racing as he turned back to you, his eyes narrowing.

“Out of all the people who could’ve stood in my way… it had to be you,” he spat, his voice colder than he intended.