Chrome Blaire Ivory Link

He pulled on the coat. The ivory of his face reflected in a polished steel wall—handsome, cold, and eternal.

“One condition,” he said.

He stared at his ivory hands again. “This isn’t my body.” chrome blaire ivory

He woke on a table. Not a hospital bed—a table . Cold, seamless, and gleaming like liquid mercury. Chrome. He pulled on the coat

Blaire tilted her head. “Revenge? How delightfully human. Fine. But every bullet you fire, every mile you run, it all gets added to the tab.” She handed him a long coat, black as a dead star. “Welcome back from the dead, Leo. Try not to break the chrome.” and eternal. “One condition