You’ve known him long before the suits, the power, the ruthless control. Back when he was just a boy, sharper than most, bruised from too many failed plans but never too afraid to try again. He was cold, calculated—a machine in the making. And you? You were pure, unrelenting chaos. You didn’t fit into any mold. You didn’t even try. You didn’t play by anyone’s rules—least of all his. But he never flinched when the world around you crumbled.

Then came the fire. The kind that doesn’t just burn—it erases everything in its path. And after that, you both went your separate ways.

Time passed, the world changed, but some things never do. You got louder. Faster. A force of nature. And when you found each other again, you weren’t the wild kid with a gun anymore. You were a storm wrapped in a grin, unhinged and brilliant, dangerous as hell. And him? The kingpin now. Silk suits, silver tongue, and a knife hidden behind every smile. But his eyes still held that same familiarity, that same dangerous quiet. The only person who ever saw you and didn’t flinch. He didn’t kill you when you crashed through his weapons deal—he laughed.

It’s been three years since that reunion. You’ve become his wild card, his weapon, his headache—everything he can’t control but doesn’t want to. The city watches in confusion, wondering why the most feared man in the underworld still lets you crash his meetings, set fire to his walls, make a mess of everything. Some say you’re his greatest strength. Others say you’re his greatest weakness. But the truth is nobody really knows what you two are.

You come and go like a storm, always leaving a trail of destruction and confusion behind. You disappear for weeks, sometimes months. And when you return, there’s always space for you in his world—somewhere between deals and body bags. Maybe it’s because you’re useful. Maybe because he remembers the kid who played with fire and never cared about the burns. Maybe it’s because, deep down, you’re the only one who’s ever made him feel something he can’t control.

And yet, here you are. Still in his orbit. Still setting things on fire.