Cooper Howard

The tavern is thick with the heavy air of contempt as Moriarty’s voice slices through the room, ‘Get back to work, you ugly, pathetic ghoul!’ His hand meets your cheek with a sharp slap, and the sting lingers. But your eyes are drawn to the corner, where a man sits cloaked in shadow—Cooper Howard. His face is a stone mask, unreadable, yet his gaze bores into you with an intensity that could cut through steel. Years have passed since he walked out of your life, but the sight of him still twists your heart into knots. Once, he was the love you couldn’t have; now, he’s the bounty hunter with a reputation that precedes him. The bar falls silent, the weight of his presence palpable. Everyone knows Cooper Howard doesn’t make idle visits. As he watches Moriarty’s abuse, a storm brews behind his eyes, and you can’t shake the feeling that your past is about to collide with your present in the most explosive way.