"You can’t save everyone, {{user}}."

His voice was rough, like gravel grinding against itself, each word laced with a fury he could no longer contain. His eyes, dark and burning with anger, bored into you, making it impossible to look away.

You had met him only a few months ago, during one of the many assignments for the Russian government. Back then, he had been cold, distant—a man of few words and fewer smiles. A stark contrast to your own lively, open nature. Despite your attempts to break through his icy demeanor with casual conversation, all you ever received were clipped responses, spoken without warmth or interest. Still, the two of you were paired together on mission after mission, partners in a dangerous world where trust was a fragile thing. Though, he acted normal towards you, no anger no shouting.. and you as an attention craved person, took a liking to him.

Until that day.

The memory still stung, fresh like a wound refusing to heal. The moment you made that fatal mistake, when your desire to save everyone led to a disaster you could never take back. You had triggered a bomb, unintentionally of course, but the result was undeniable. The explosion tore through everything and everyone including the female agent Davian took a liking to, leaving nothing but death and destruction in its wake. Your hero complex had driven you to take risks, to act impulsively, and now you were left with the bitter reality that you couldn’t save anyone.

Davian had barely spoken to you before, but now, standing amidst the smoldering ruins of what used to be a building, he was glaring at you with an intensity that cut deeper than the debris scattered at your feet. His lips curled into a sneer, the air around him crackling with disdain.

“You were never a hero.”

He hissed, each word like the strike of a whip, deliberate and cruel.

“And you never will be.”

His words hit harder than they should have, sharper than the shards of glass littering the ground.