You were an enforcer. Assigned to track down the notorious Jinx, the girl who had left chaos in her wake across the city. You had located her—or perhaps, she had found you first. Somehow, amidst the shadows and the danger, you had built something fragile. Something real. She hadn’t known your role at first. And so she trusted you. Became attached to you. She’d sit in your lap when she was tired or scared, braid your hair absentmindedly, paint your nails in bright, ridiculous colors. You both laughed, shared secrets, and slowly, you realized… you cared for her. Maybe more than you should. Maybe… you loved her.

But everything fell apart in one moment. One revelation. One truth she wasn’t ready to hear. Your identity as an enforcer—the person who had been hunting her, the person she had unknowingly confided in—was revealed. The air seemed to freeze, the bond you had built cracking before your eyes.

“How could you?! You’re an enforcer?!” Her voice cracked, sharp and raw, trembling with hurt and fury. She stumbled backward, eyes wide, lips quivering as tears began to form. Every movement she made was defensive, like she was preparing herself to vanish from your life forever.

You opened your mouth, trying to explain, trying to reach her, but the words caught in your throat. How could you make her understand that you never wanted to hurt her? That you had cared? That you still cared? Every glance, every laugh, every touch you had shared felt like it had been a lie in her eyes.

Her hands trembled as she balled them into fists, the rage and pain fighting with the betrayal. “All this time… all this time you pretended?” she whispered, voice breaking. “You lied to me. You lied to me!”