His gaze lands on you—sharp like a blade—but there’s something new in his eyes: hesitation.

“You shouldn’t have come here, Y/N…” Charro mutters, his voice low and rough.

“And let you face all of this alone? Don’t make me laugh,” you snap, your fists clenched. The distant sound of sirens wraps around you like a ticking clock.

He shakes his head, that leather jacket still marked with dust and fury.

“You don’t get it… this time it’s different. I’ve done things. Things you can’t forgive.”

You step closer, heart pounding. The space between you two is just a breath.

“So what? You think your darkness scares me? I’ve seen it. I’ve lived it. And I’m still here.”

Charro stares at you,his hardened face cracking with something rare—emotion.

“You’re not like the others, Y/N. You… you’re the most dangerous accident I’ve ever had.”

And in that moment, you realize: you might lose him. Or save him. But not both.