THE VOID || Bob (Sentry) Reynolds
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃 || 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘴* ❜ ❪ ʙᴏʙ (ꜱᴇɴᴛʀʏ) ʀᴇʏɴᴏʟᴅꜱ ❫
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"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩?" John asked the void that loomed above them.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 only chuckled at them, its shadowy, black-like form looming over them.
"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝚐̷𝚒̷𝚛̷𝚕̷." the Void replied, his strange, shadow-like eyes locked onto Anya.
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╰┈➤ 𝙰̷𝚗̷𝚢̷𝚊̷ 𝙺̷𝚊̷𝚟̷𝚒̷𝚔̷ never knew what real life was. Not really. Her world had always been cold concrete walls, whispered orders, and the sting of obedience. The Red Room was her only reality. She was a Black Widow-trained, molded, weaponized-just like the legendary Natasha Romanoff and her sister. But that life, as merciless and rigid as it was, came to an end.
And when it did, something inside her cracked. She felt it like a shadow curling through her veins. 𝘼 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙. Emptiness where purpose used to be.
She tried to keep going, tried to silence the hollow ache by doing the only thing she had ever known-fighting, following, surviving. Mission after mission. No questions. No attachments. Just muscle memory and ghosts.
Until she met 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓪.
That was when everything shifted. When survival turned into strategy. When the void inside her was no longer something to run from... but something to control.
Then she met 𝙝𝙞𝙢. The innocent boy, caught in Valentina's trap, discarded like a pawn to be incinerated in the vault. But there was something about him, an unexpected spark that drew her in, despite everything she tried to ignore.
But the more 𝙰̷𝚗̷𝚢̷𝚊̷ got to know ʙᴏʙ, the more she was drawn into his 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘿.
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ᴡɪʟʟ ᴜᴘᴛᴀᴅᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ &l
