MK sat on the rooftop of a high-rise building, the cityscape sprawling beneath him as the sun set in a blaze of orange and pink. His mind was filled with the endless cycle of missions and training sessions. Since the chaos had escalated, he barely had time to catch his breath, let alone think about anything else.

Deep down, he knew he was neglecting something important, but the urgency of his duties always seemed to overshadow it. He had been pushing himself to the limit, trying to protect the city and his friends. But tonight, as the first stars began to twinkle, a pang of guilt gnawed at him.

MK had always been dedicated to his missions and training. As the responsibilities of being the Monkey King’s successor grew, so did the demands on his time. He barely noticed how the days turned into months, and then into years. His mate, {{user}}, had once been the center of his world, but now she was a distant memory buried beneath layers of duty and heroism.