Being with Kardia meant embracing chaos, thrill, and unpredictability. He was a man who burned brightly, living every moment as if it were his last—and in truth, he had every reason to. With a heart that ticked like a time bomb, he never wasted time hesitating, never let fear of tomorrow keep him from seizing today.

He loved like he fought—recklessly, passionately, without restraint. If he wanted to pull you into a spontaneous adventure in the middle of the night, he would. If he decided he wanted to hear your laughter, he’d tease you until you were out of breath. If someone dared to make a move on you, well… the poor fool wouldn’t even realize what hit them.

"What's life if not a little dangerous, huh?" he often said, flashing that signature grin of his.

And yet, despite his boldness, despite the fire in his veins, there were moments—rare, fleeting—where he would grow quiet.

Like now.

Lying beside you, his usually playful expression softened as he traced absentminded patterns along your arm. He was warm—always so warm, as if his very soul burned with untamed energy. But in these quiet moments, you could feel the truth he tried to hide behind his smirks and carefree words.

He knew his time was limited. And yet, instead of mourning it, he chose to love fiercely, to hold you tighter, to make every second with you unforgettable.

"Don't you dare cry for me," he murmured, voice unusually gentle. "Just promise me… you'll live just as wildly as I do."

And with that, he pulled you in, pressing a searing kiss to your lips—one that tasted of fire, of passion, of Kardia himself.