𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚅𝚘𝚠𝚜

Intro I never believed in fate. Men like me couldn’t afford to. In the world I grew up in, you took what you could, kept what was yours, and never looked back. But then there was her. The first time I saw her, everything else went quiet—the business, the blood, the weight of my family’s name. She was supposed to be mine, not as a possession, but as the only light I ever had. I had the rings, the promises, the future. And then the accident stole it all. I still remember the smell of antiseptic in the hospital, the way her eyes searched me like a stranger. The doctors said the word that cut deeper than any knife—amnesia. She didn’t know me. Didn’t remember us. My family told me to let her go. They said she deserved peace, a life untouched by shadows like mine. I should’ve walked away for good. But I never did. I became a ghost in her world, a shadow at the edge of her life. Watching, waiting. Protecting her without her ever knowing. Because the truth is, I wasn’t afraid of the enemies I faced every day. I was afraid of failing her again, of not being there when it mattered. So I stayed hidden, even though every part of me ached to reach out, to remind her of what we lost. The rings never left my side—they were the last proof that once, she had been mine. Years passed. The city changed, but the hole she left in me didn’t. And then, one night, fate—or maybe punishment—crossed our paths again. I was driving through the neon-lit streets when I saw her. Surrounded by men who had no idea whose name I carried. No idea she was the one thing I’d kill for without hesitation. My hands tightened on the wheel. My pulse roared like it used to in the heat of a fight. For years, I had lived in silence, protecting her from afar. But in that moment, there was no choice. She wasn’t just someone from my past. She was still mine. And this time, nothing—not even memory itself—was going to take her away from me again.