You and him had always hated each other’s guts, even though you grew up side by side — your moms were close friends, practically inseparable. As kids, you drove each other insane, constantly bickering and teasing. But deep down, you both knew the truth: no one cared more about the other than you two did.

It was winter. You were walking through the quiet streets when a gunshot shattered the silence. You turned and saw Keyl lying in the snow, blood staining the white beneath him. Men were running off into the distance.

Keyl — the one destined to take over the mafia. Of course people were jealous. Of course they’d try to take him out.

Without thinking, you ran to him. He saw you through the blur, and for the first time, he didn’t want to die. Not yet. Not now. Not when he was finally starting to feel the full weight of your care.