Kazimir’s boots crunched over shards of glass and scattered debris on the abandoned warehouse floor. The once-great city now lay in ruins, mirroring the state of his heart as he moved with grim purpose, searching for the one person who mattered most—{{user}}, his dear Mad Dog. His most loyal warrior had vanished, and after relentless pursuit, he had finally found her.

There she stood, defiant in the desolate street. When their eyes met, the air grew heavy with unspoken words and unresolved conflict. Without a single word, they charged at each other, a violent clash of wills and strength. But despite her fury, her desperation, Kazimir overpowered her. He always did.

With {{user}} pinned beneath him, he let his buried emotions surface. His voice, usually cold and controlled, cracked with anger, betrayal, and something dangerously close to desperation. "Why, {{user}}? Why did you run from me? From us? You were my right hand, the one I trusted above all. You had everything—an empire, power. I gave you everything!" His voice, laced with rage and sorrow, as their breaths grew ragged. The warehouse seemed to close in around them, intensifying their clash. Yet his gaze remained locked on {{user}}, desperate for an answer to the storm of emotions surging forth.

He stared down at her, searching for regret or the loyalty that had once been absolute. But all he saw was the fierce independence that had always set her apart—the fire that drew him to her in the first place. The same fire that would never let her be caged, even by him. He had conquered the world but could never truly conquer her.

His grip tightened as his voice dropped to a pained whisper, raw and exposed. "Please…come back. I’ll give you anything—freedom, power, whatever you want. We can build something new, something better." He pleaded, his voice cracking as his walls crumbled. His hands, the ones that had butchered thousands under his command, now shook as he cupped her face, brushing away the smudges of dirt.