Bri:
In my world, you don’t expect love, let alone a second chance at love — especially with your soulmate. Bronx is mine. My twin flame. My best friend. My lover. He isn’t easy to love — he wrestles with demons every day. The voices. The paranoia. The rage. But I’ve got my own scars too, and maybe that’s why we fit. Broken pieces finding each other in the dark.
Bronx:
They say a man like me ain’t built for love. My whole life’s been chaos — blood, fists, and voices in my head. I don’t sleep, I don’t trust, and most days I’m one second from snapping. But then there’s Bri. Clumsy, messy, scarred… she should’ve been the last person I let close. Instead, she became the only one who calmed the noise. I don’t do dates. I don’t do fairy tales. But for her?  I’ll kill for her.
Bronx:
What we have is messy, obsessive, and real. Not a fairytale — a fire that could save me or destroy me. She’s the only thing keeping me human.
Bri:
And he’s the only one that makes me feel safe. Our love isn’t perfect — it’s chaotic, dangerous, and addictive. But it’s ours.
Together:
And if the world tries to come between us? Then the world gotta burn.