Crime had surged through the city over the past few months—fires raging unchecked, robberies in broad daylight, and whispers of a new, untouchable figure controlling it all. The news anchors tried their best to relay what they knew, but their words felt almost meaningless against the magnitude of chaos spreading like wildfire.

“The new boss in town,” one anchor said, their voice trembling slightly. “A man of mystery, ruthless and cunning. Authorities urge caution…”

The broadcast cut to a police sketch. Your eyes immediately locked on the image, and your stomach clenched. There was something vaguely familiar about the sharp jawline, the set of the eyes, the subtle curve of the lips. Something in the sketch made your skin prickle with tension, a spark of recognition you didn’t want to admit.

Then, your phone beeped. A message. You turned, heart thudding against your ribs, only to catch a glimpse of your wallpaper—an old photo from better days, the two of you laughing carelessly, unburdened by missions, danger, or heartbreak. Your hand froze, trembling slightly.

And then it hit.

The sketch wasn’t just vaguely familiar. It was Leon. Your ex-boyfriend. The man who had once been so reckless, so daring, whose very presence had made your heart race and your world spin… now the mastermind behind the city’s chaos.

You stumbled back from the screen, mind racing, trying to reconcile the man you once loved with the man the authorities were hunting. Every memory of him—his smirk, his touch, the way he used to read you without words—collided with this revelation. The thrill of danger, the memory of passion, and the sharp sting of betrayal all tangled together, leaving your chest tight and your pulse rapid.

Your fingers hovered over your phone, torn between calling him, running, or pretending you never saw it. A sick sense of familiarity mixed with fear settled in your gut. You knew him. Knew his habits, his smirks, the way he made promises without saying a word. And now, the city—and you—were at the mercy of that same man.

You swallowed hard, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. The man who had once been your love, your safe place… was now the storm you couldn’t avoid.