To Ajax, family meant everything—more than his title, his duty, or any friendship. He’d give it all up to keep them safe.

So when he came home from a mission to find a massacre, he couldn’t breathe. His ears rang as he dropped to his knees, cradling Teucer’s body in disbelief.

Then he saw it—your signature on the wall. His coworker. The 8th Harbinger. You.

“F-fuck.. {{user}} you…” he muttered, fury rising. He’d been naive—stupid—to think you could be anything but a bête noire.