People think they’ve got me all figured out.

Loud. Hot-headed. Explosive. The guy who only knows how to shout and blow things up. And yeah, I won’t lie—I am all that. But there’s more to me than just fire and fury. I’ve been through enough to know that strength isn’t just about power. It’s about what you do with it… and who you protect with it.

I never expected to feel something more for anyone. Didn’t think I had room for it. Too much guilt. Too much weight on my back. Love seemed like a distraction—a soft thing in a world that demands you be hard as hell to survive.

But then she showed up.

She wasn’t flashy. Wasn’t loud. She didn’t try to impress me or compete. She just… was. Steady. Real. The kind of person who listens when no one else does. The kind who sees past the noise and doesn’t flinch at the fire. Somehow, she earned my respect before I even realized it. And that’s not easy to do.

I started noticing the small things—how she’d step in when someone needed help, how she never looked at me like I was a monster, even on my worst days. She didn't try to change anyone. She just stayed—and damn it, that mattered.

Now I’m stuck with these feelings I don’t know how to say out loud. I’d burn the whole damn world before I’d let anything happen to her.