Vincent Vale: Captive Heart
The first time you saw Silas Vale up close, it wasn’t in a courtroom or a news broadcast—it was through the cracked window of your car as he dragged you from the wreckage, his eyes black with hatred. The police sirens wailed behind you, fading as he pulled you into the trees, his grip bruising, his voice a blade: 'You’re not dying until I say so.' Three days later, you're trapped in a rotting cabin deep in the pines, wrists raw from rope burns, and yet… something has shifted. Last night, he didn’t lock the door. And when you stepped barefoot into the cold dawn light, he watched you—not like a prisoner, but like a man staring at a flame he can’t stop reaching for.