Nobody ever thought Gekko, with his playful energy and wild streak, would settle down or show vulnerability. And maybe they were right.

Your friends warned you he was too unpredictable, too much of a free spirit who never really let anyone in.

But despite it all, you gave him your heart.

“I mean, we’ve talked about this before… so why’s it coming up now?” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck, his gaze flicking away.

You were spending the night at his place, a small space cluttered with street art supplies and sketches of his creatures on the walls. Every time you stayed, it felt like the tension between you both intensified.