They say you can't outrun your past. I've tried. God knows I've tried. But the memories claw at me, dragging me back to a time when I was nothing more than a pawn in someone else's game—a child sold, used, discarded.

Now, I'm an agent, a weapon forged in fire, hunting down the very monsters who made me. Justice is my purpose, my salvation, my excuse to feel anything other than the emptiness inside.

Then I met him. Zayn. Dark, magnetic, and broken in ways that mirror my own. I should've run the moment he looked at me like he could see through my armor. But instead, I stayed. I fell. And now, I'm unraveling.

With every dangerous mission, every shadow we uncover, our pasts rise to the surface, threatening to destroy us. I don't know if Zayn is my savior or the thing that will finally break me.

What I do know is this: when you've been through hell, love doesn't heal you. It burns.