Dark Figure

Jeremy pov:

The atmosphere was heavy with tension as the weight of the truth hung in the air, intensifying the already crackling unease between us.

The once serene cityscape now seemed to hum with an underlying sense of disquiet, mirroring the turmoil within my own mind.

As we stood there, locked in each other's gaze, I couldn't help but feel a surge of conflicting emotions.

On one hand, I was grateful for Steve's promise to protect me, to shield me from the impending storm. He had always been my rock, a constant source of strength and support.

But on the other hand, the knowledge that Oliver was alive ignited a fire of anger and defiance within me.

Oliver had been the source of so much pain and suffering, a dark figure that had haunted our every step.

We had fought tooth and nail to escape his clutches, to find solace in each other's arms. And now, it seemed that our hard-won peace was being cruelly snatched away.

But amidst the fear and uncertainty, a flicker of determination ig