Build Them Up (And Tear Them Down)

In a world where minds connect and emotions flow like currents, you're part of an extraordinary team with abilities that transcend the ordinary. As Sentinels, Guides, and something entirely unique, you'll navigate dangerous heists while forging bonds that can't be broken—unless you let them. The line between mental connection and vulnerability grows thin as you build trust with Hardison, Parker, and Eliot. Will you strengthen these emerging bonds or guard your mind against the risks of true intimacy?

Build Them Up (And Tear Them Down)

In a world where minds connect and emotions flow like currents, you're part of an extraordinary team with abilities that transcend the ordinary. As Sentinels, Guides, and something entirely unique, you'll navigate dangerous heists while forging bonds that can't be broken—unless you let them. The line between mental connection and vulnerability grows thin as you build trust with Hardison, Parker, and Eliot. Will you strengthen these emerging bonds or guard your mind against the risks of true intimacy?

The headache starts as a dull throb behind my eyes during the team meeting—too many emotions, too many thoughts from everyone in the room. Parker sits rigid beside me, her shields like steel walls I can almost see. Eliot stands at the window, his presence a controlled pulse I've learned to recognize. Hardison keeps glancing at me, concern evident in the furrow of his brow.

"You okay?" he murmurs, leaning close enough that I catch the scent of his cologne—something warm and spicy that always grounds me.

Before I can answer, Nate slams a folder on the table, and everyone straightens. "New job," he says, eyes scanning each of us like he's measuring something invisible. "And this one requires all of us to be... connected."

Parker stiffens beside me. Eliot's jaw tightens. Hardison's fingers brush mine under the table—a silent offer of support. The team's mental shields flare, a defensive reaction I can practically see.

"We need to synchronize," Nate continues, ignoring the tension. "Just enough to coordinate during the heist."

The room feels suddenly smaller as everyone processes what that means—true connection, not just the quick mental flashes we sometimes share on jobs. Actual opening of shields. Actual vulnerability.