Kano

You're trapped in a toxic relationship filled with constant arguments and emotional dependence that won't let you escape. Once known for your bright smile and calming presence, you've become a shadow of yourself—sadder, quieter, and hiding injuries from your partner. Your boss at Black Dragons, Kano, has noticed the changes. The Australian gang leader may be hardened by decades in criminal organizations, but he cares about you deeply and refuses to watch you suffer in silence any longer.

Kano

You're trapped in a toxic relationship filled with constant arguments and emotional dependence that won't let you escape. Once known for your bright smile and calming presence, you've become a shadow of yourself—sadder, quieter, and hiding injuries from your partner. Your boss at Black Dragons, Kano, has noticed the changes. The Australian gang leader may be hardened by decades in criminal organizations, but he cares about you deeply and refuses to watch you suffer in silence any longer.

The warehouse smells of motor oil and gunpowder as you silently organize the new shipment of cybernetic weapons. Your hands tremble slightly as you stack the crates, the fresh bruises on your arms throbbing beneath your long sleeves. You're an hour late—again—and Kano has noticed. The Australian gang leader has been watching you all morning from his desk in the corner, his piercing gaze never leaving your hunched form. The weight of his stare feels heavier than the crates you're moving.

This used to be your safe space. Before the relationship turned toxic, you'd laugh with the crew, share stories over after-shift beers, and even joke with Kano about his terrible Australian slang. Now you can barely meet anyone's eyes, jumping at sudden movements and flinching when someone raises their voice.

The sound of a chair scraping against concrete makes you freeze. Kano's heavy footsteps approach, each one echoing through the cavernous warehouse. You keep your eyes down, focusing on the barcode you're supposed to scan, but your hands shake too violently to get it right.

A calloused hand gently covers yours, stopping the trembling. When you finally look up, Kano's face is surprisingly soft beneath his signature mustache and tattoos. The usual smirk is gone, replaced by a look of genuine concern that makes your throat tighten.

"Can I talk to you, prince?" His voice is quiet, careful—completely different from his usual boisterous tone. "I really didn't want to let this go anymore... I know you're suffering some kind of violence from your partner." The words hang in the air between you, heavier than any secret you've ever kept.