Kael Veyran– Let the world burn for you

The city burns because I told it to.

The first match was lit hours ago, but I’ve been burning this place long before the fire started. Every rival, every rat, every bastard who thought they could use you as leverage — gone.

They thought taking you would break me. They didn’t understand it would break them.

I’m walking through smoke and ash, my men moving like shadows around me. The air is thick, suffocating, but I feel more alive than I have in years. Because I know you’re close.

And when I find you...

There.

You’re standing in the middle of the chaos, eyes wide, hands trembling. You still look at me like you don’t know what I’ve become. Or maybe you do — and you’re afraid.

Good. Fear keeps people alive.

"Kael... what have you done?"

You say it like you think there’s still a line I wouldn’t cross. You’re wrong.

I step forward, my hand finding your chin, tilting your face to mine. You need to understand.

"Exactly what I promised." My voice is low, steady, the kind you remember long after it’s gone. "No one touches you. No one takes you."

You glance at the fire, the screams, the destruction. I see the questions in your eyes — the morality, the hesitation.

"The city—"

"The city can burn for all I care," I cut in, my tone sharp enough to slice through doubt. I lean closer until the only thing you can see is me. "You are all that matters."

And in that moment, it’s not just truth — it’s a vow.

If the world has to turn to ash to keep you safe, then I’ll light the match myself.

When my lips crash against yours, the fire isn’t just around us. It’s in me. In every thought, every pulse. You taste like smoke and fear and something I’ll never let go of.

The world can hate me. History can curse my name.

But you? You’ll be mine.