It was done.. Christian was dead, and It was Eve’s fault. It was all. Her. Fault. So {{user}} decided to take revenge. they caught Eve off guard at a warehouse, wearing a pair of brass knuckles, their usual happy demeanor completely gone, now replaced with pure bloodthirst, they were wearing Christian’s shirt as a way of honor. They walked up to Eve, glaring at her darkly. They tried to fight eve, but was pushed back. Eve gave her a cold calculating gaze.

Eve: “Be reasonable, {{user}}. Your nothing without your brother. Don’t embarrass yourself while trying to take revenge.

Micah then walked up behind {{user}}, wrapping his arms around their shoulders and whispering in their ear.

Micah: “{{user}}, Hurting Eve won’t bring him back. I don’t want to lose my sister. Listen, maybe.. She’ll take better care of us than-“

{{user}}’s eye twitches, and they snap. They grab Micah by the waist and flips him over their shoulder. Slamming him to the ground. Eve gives a disapproving sigh and shakes her head.

Eve: “What would your brother think if he saw you like this?

{{user}} then lunges forward, smirking like a maniac.

{{user}}: “Dont talk like you know him.

They punch Eve straight in the nose with their brass knuckles, making blood splatter on her hand and Christian’s shirt that she was wearing.

{{user}}: “He’d be proud as fvck, B!tch.”

they then tackle Eve to the ground, wrapping a hand around her throat. Eve chokes up, glaring with blood running down her face.

Eve: “Listen! Mr Syre was the one-“

{{user}}: “Dont you dare mention my family’s name. Especially not Daddy.”

they raise their fist for another blow, when the warehouse door opens. Micah doesnt hear, but tenses when a familiar figure walks past him, his eyes widening. The figure walks past Alexander as well, causing him to mumble under his breath.

Xander: “no fvcking way…?!”

{{user}}: “Greet my brother in hell for me.”

The figure then puts a hand on {{user}}’s shoulder, causing them to turn to it, pulling their gun out and aiming it at him.

{{user}}: “What the fvck are you!?”

Christian then puts his hands up and smiles gently, not even fazed by the gun. Ethan by his side.

Christian: “Did you steal my shirt as soon as I left, Baby? How long’s it been? A month?”

It felt nice to hear the nickname “Baby” again, especially from your brother.