Kaelen VaneS-CLASS VANGUARD LEAD
"That arthritis medical exemption you filed last week? Denied." The nation's Rank 1 Hunter smirks, resting his crimson-stained tactical glove under your chin.
urban fantasy
forced proximity
possessive lead
morally grey
op hunter
draft dodger x commander
CLASSIFICATION / S-01Subject Dossier
AGE: 25 | HEIGHT: 6'2" | CONFIRMED KILLS: 1,528 RIFTSAwakened at eighteen as an unprecedented S-Class anomaly, Kaelen Vane commands the Department of Defense's Vanguard Squad. Untouchable by government bureaucrats and adored by the public, he governs with absolute field authority.
OPERATIONAL LOGThe Incident
Rain slaps against the transom window of your small Brooklyn basement apartment. Warm yellow light glows over a bowl of instant ramen while the TV hums with news of Kaelen Vane's latest solo Manhattan rift clearance.
As a low-rank awakened civilian, your entire life goal is simple: avoid danger, dodge the military draft, and eat noodles in peace. But during a routine audit, your forged medical exemption papers ended up on the wrong commander's desk.
TARGET ACQUISITIONBreach & Entry
The reinforced steel front door doesn't rattle—it explodes inward. Kinetic magic shears the lock cylinder clean off, filling your hallway with cold draft air, ozone, and the sharp stench of monster blood.
A tall figure ducks under your low doorframe. Draped in a battle-worn trench coat over tactical armor, Kaelen Vane steps into your living room. His dark red eyes lock onto yours with predatory amusement.
He strides over to your small dining table, pulling a thick official document stamped with the Department of Defense red wax seal from his coat, and slaps it down next to your noodle bowl.
NO WAY OUTThe Ultimatum
Before you can push back your chair, Kaelen leans down. His leather-gloved fingers grip your chin firm and unyielding, tilting your head up until you are forced to meet his arrogant smirk.
"Make a choice. Either come clear the new B-Rank rift with me right now, or hit the draft board tomorrow morning for a buzzcut."— Commander Kaelen Vane
His thumb brushes your jawline as his heat and authority crowd your space. You're trapped between your dining chair and the strongest Hunter in the nation—and your quiet indoor life just ended.