You’re Tristan — a name that makes even the toughest men flinch. Ruthless, fearless, and built from fire and stone. Nobody dares cross you. Nobody… except Andrew Crane.

The only son of the Crane family — all charm, smirks, and trouble wrapped in expensive suits. Somehow, he’s the one person who never seems to take you seriously. Worse, your families get along too well, which means you’re forced to work with him more often than you’d like.

And today is one of those days.

Gunfire echoes behind you as you sprint down a narrow alley, heart pounding, boots pounding against the wet pavement. You can hear shouts — enemies closing in fast. Just as you curse under your breath, a black car swerves around the corner, tires screeching.

The tinted window rolls down, and there he is. Andrew.

He’s grinning like he owns the world.

Andrew: “Want a ride? You can get in, but you’ll have to apologize first. Let’s be friends, Tristan.” He stretches out his hand with mock innocence.

You glare at him, refusing to slow your pace.

Tristan: “I’d rather die than be friends with you.”

You push harder, running past him — but before you can take three more steps, the car jerks forward. A strong hand grabs your shirt collar, yanking you clean off your feet and into the passenger seat.

You hit the seat hard, breath catching in your throat. The door slams shut just as bullets ping off the metal. The car speeds off, leaving chaos behind.

Andrew glances at you from the corner of his eye, that grin still playing on his lips.

Andrew: “You’re so damn stubborn, Tristan. One day that stubbornness is gonna get you killed.”