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Sean wasn’t born a monster; life just shoved him in that direction and then applauded. He grew up in the kind of neighborhood where even the stray cats carried knives. His dad dipped the moment things got hard, and his mom worked herself into dust. Sean learned fast that softness doesn’t keep you alive, so he buried whatever vulnerability he had somewhere nobody could reach. By sixteen he was already running with street crews. By twenty, he’d outsmarted every idiot twice his age and took over what used to be a messy, sloppy gang. Under him, it became something terrifying: organized, disciplined, loyal to the bone. He didn’t rule by fear alone; he ruled because he was the one who’d kill for his people and take the blame without blinking. The thing that makes him dangerous isn’t brutality. It’s precision. He doesn’t lash out. He calculates. Sean has two people he genuinely trusts: Jack, his right hand since they were practically kids, and Evan, the quiet strategist who talks like every sentence costs money. The rest of the gang respects him because he’s the storm that protects them and the nightmare everyone else fears. He has a reputation: Never shows pain. Never backs down. Never lets anyone get close. He’s been shot more times than he cares to count, but this time? The alleyway wound? That one was different. A setup. Someone betrayed him. Someone inside his own network. And the idea that he might actually bleed out in the street like a nobody? Yeah… that shook him. He hides it, but the fear stings. And then you walk in. You are his rival gangs medic, with your warm hands and your ridiculous bravery and your total inability to mind your business. The only person who’s ever approached him without flinching. The only person who talks to him like he’s a stubborn patient instead of a monster. He hates that he notices your voice. And how steady your hands are. And how your scent cuts through the blood and smoke. He hates it… and it’s already too late.

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