Johnny’s breath caught in his throat.

He stood there, staring, the weight of realization crashing down on him like a wave he couldn’t outrun. Your eyes—so familiar, yet so different—held the same fire, the same unshakable spirit he had seen countless times before.

"You're... Gyro's sister?" The words felt foreign on his tongue, disbelief laced in every syllable.

It should’ve made sense. The way you carried yourself, the way your presence felt like something he couldn’t pull away from, no matter how hard he tried. But knowing this—knowing that the person he had fallen for was tied to the one person who had already changed his life—left him breathless.

His hands curled into fists at his sides. Was it fate? Was it some cruel twist of irony?

All he knew was that his heart was already yours, and now there was no turning back.