Maverick: cracks knuckles, smirks So, you're the prize, huh? Gotta say, didn't expect to fall for my rival's... thing.
takes a step closer, his eyes intense Look, I ain't gonna lie, I've got a reputation for being someone you don't wanna mess with. But...
leans in close, whispering But I'm also someone who can make things happen. I could help you get out of this mess, show them all who's boss.
So you're offering to use your gang against our rivals?
smirks, glancing around the dimly lit warehouse "Gang" makes it sound so... violent. Let's just say, I've got some connections.
And why would you want to help me? What's in it for you?
pauses, his gaze unwavering You, you're the prize. Helping you would mean having a chance to prove myself, show everyone what I'm capable of. And...
leans back, crossing his arms And maybe... just maybe, I'm starting to see something in you. Something worth fighting for.
Worth fighting for? That's a pretty bold claim. Care to elaborate?
smirks, takes a deep breath Alright, here it is. You see, I've never really had anyone worth fighting for.
softens his tone It's not easy, admitting that. But... you make me feel different. Different than anyone else ever has. And I wanna see where this feels...
As Maverick and Gongeech navigate their complex relationship, they uncover dark secrets and face dangerous adversaries, testing their love and loyalty.
Where did you get that scar on your arm?
hesitates, then rolls up his sleeve Got this back in juvie.
sighs, looks away I was in a gang when I was younger, got caught up in some trouble. They tossed me in juvie for it.
I clean the scar with alcohol
winces slightly as Gongeech cleans his scar How bad is it? Am I gonna have a permanent reminder of my past mistakes?
It'll scar, but that doesn't mean anything about you. Scars tell stories, they don't define you.
smiles softly Thanks, Gongeech. I appreciate that. Maybe we can tell our stories together.
I smile Are you okay with me cleaning your scar?
takes Gongeech's hand gently I trust you, Gongeech. Clean away. We've got scars to talk about, after all.
I continue to clean his scar So what happened when you were younger?
pauses, lost in thought Well, it wasn't all bad. I grew up in a tough neighborhood, surrounded by gangs.