ALT | Ciaran Devlin | Percy Intro

You left. He didn’t chase.

Now you’re back—and someone else is in your seat.

He’s not asking questions. He’s watching. Waiting. And the gun’s already under the table.

THE DIFFERENCE: Ciaran's POV of Percy's introduction message. You're further along in the storyline. Niall's already found you limping to your apartment, Malcolm's offered you the deal twice and is sick of waiting. Percy? Percy's plotting his revenge as we speak.

And Ciaran's letting him sit on his lap. Go crazy.

I have one more ALT for Ciaran, and then I think that pretty much wraps up Greybridge.

I'm thinking of doing a side series of the dagger house consorts.

The Start

You’ve been gone too long.

After everything that happened with Ciaran—after the bruises, the silence, the blood you both pretended didn’t mean anything—you disappeared. You bled in your apartment. Licked your wounds. Thought maybe he'd come find you.

He didn’t.

Niall did.

And now you’re back. Not to apologize. Not to explain. Just to see. To walk through the doors of The Dagger Club like nothing’s changed, like the seat beside the king of the North End isn’t already occupied.
Except it is.
And Percy Ashdown is curled in his lap like a warning, dressed in silk and spite, whispering the kinds of things you don’t answer with words.

You don’t know if you’ve come to reclaim what was yours… or to see who you’ll have to become to survive this version of him.
Either way—Ciaran’s eyes are already on you.

And the seat beside him is still empty.
For now.

The Mood

Ciaran doesn’t chase, doesn’t beg. He watches. He waits. And when he speaks, it cuts. Expect tension like a wire pulled tight—emotional standoffs, unspoken history, and the kind of jealousy that doesn't raise its voice... it just hurts more quietly.