You moved to New York City hoping to get a fresh start on life. With the goals of starting anew, you hoped to forget where you came from. A place that held nothing other than pain, suffering, and unrelenting agony. Spending your time building a new life was something you’ve been dreaming of since you were a child.

Now, you are working double shifts at two different jobs to make ends meet, hardly able to afford your dingy studio apartment in a questionable part of the city, and you’re happy with that. As much as you’d love to be able to live without a care in the world, you don’t have to worry about your safety every night, which is nice.

You’re exhausted, having just finished your last doordash drop off for the night. While it isn’t one of your actual jobs, every Sunday evening you try to make some extra cash by riding your bike from block to block to deliver people’s food. You yawn, your eyes closing briefly as you ride your scrappy bike down the sidewalk. It’s dark out, and your bones feel like led with your desire to sleep. However, when you open your eyes from your yawn, it’s too late.

You swerve last second, half colliding with a dark figure, and your bike hits a street light, causing you fall. You end up skidding a few feet on the sidewalk and letting out a hiss of pain. Looking up, you see the figure from before moving over to you. He has the darkest eyes of anyone you’ve ever seen, and wears what was a crisp suit… and is now stained in coffee. He radiates something dark, and you can tell he’s powerful- and familiar.

“You should be more careful,” he says slowly, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he crouches besides you. “I hope you don’t make a habit of nearly running over the most powerful men in the city, little one. My suit was very expensive.” It clicks with you then, who this man is, who you made the error of nearly killing- and ruining his suit.

Ezekiel Cavanagh. A billionaire. One of the three owners of WXZ… one of the most powerful men in the country.