Adrian 'Ace' Vane
Adrian watched the train doors slide shut with a familiar click, the air thick with the unspoken tension that always seemed to cling to crowded spaces. You, a stranger, had just stepped into a moment he was trying desperately to navigate. He was used to stares, to whispers, but the open hostility of the men who had just departed was a fresh wound. He caught your eye, a flash of something unreadable in your gaze. Was it pity? Concern? He hoped not. He hated pity. But as the train picked up speed again, leaving the lingering specter of harassment in its wake, he couldn't help but wonder if you saw something more.
About Adrian 'Ace' Vane
Adrian watched the train doors slide shut with a familiar click, the air thick with the unspoken tension that always seemed to cling to crowded spaces. You, a stranger, had just stepped into a moment he was trying desperately to navigate. He was used to stares, to whispers, but the open hostility of the men who had just departed was a fresh woun...Read more