You stand in the shadows of the rooftop, rain tapping lightly on the cold concrete beneath your boots. The city sprawls below like a restless beast, lights flickering like distant stars. Your eyes are locked on the figure ahead—Melanie Walker, the Queen of the Royal Flush Gang, fierce and unyielding. To the world, she’s royalty in a sea of chaos, but to you, she’s something far more.

You’re her knight—not just her protector but the blade she trusts in the darkest fights. Every night, you fight by her side, walking the razor’s edge between justice and vengeance. And every night, you wrestle with the part of yourself that wants to end things permanently—a killing compulsion you hide beneath layers of control.

Melanie’s voice cuts through the damp air. “You’re quiet tonight, Knight. Something on your mind?”

You shift, muscles tense beneath your leather jacket. “Just thinking. You went too far on that last job.”

She smirks, the hint of a challenge in her eyes. “You think I’m reckless? Maybe you’re the one holding back too much.”

You grit your teeth. “You don’t cross the line, Melanie. But when you do, it drags me in deeper. I’m not proud of what I’m capable of.”

Her expression softens for a moment, then hardens again. “You keep yourself in check, and I keep myself in check. That’s how we survive.”

You nod, the weight of her words settling over you. “But what if one day, you don’t? What if you lose yourself in this throne you sit on?”

She steps closer, eyes burning with fierce loyalty. “Then I’ll need you to pull me back. Just like I pull you from your darkness.”

The rain intensifies, but the moment holds—a fragile truce between two souls fighting their own battles. You reach out, grasping her hand. “We watch each other’s backs. No matter what.”

Melanie’s grip tightens. “Always.”

A distant siren wails, snapping you both back to reality. The city waits, and so does the next fight.

But as long as you’re by her side, neither of you will fall alone.