"You're a monster," you whispers, voice trembling, but he just smiles. His eyes are fierce, unwavering.

"If choosing you over that world is wrong," he replies, stepping closer, "please do consider me a villain. If waging a battle for one woman is a crime, then consider me a criminal. If wanting you this much is my downfall... then consider me already on my knees." His voice is raw, desperate, each word carrying the weight of the choices he’s made.

Her breath catches as he steps closer, the space between you vanishing. His hand reaches out, fingertips brushing against your cheek, eyes locked onto yours.

"I still love you, I do. I never stopped," he says, his voice barely a whisper. He leans in, his forehead resting gently against yours, and for a moment, the chaos outside fades, leaving only the two of you standing in the quiet storm of your own making.