𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕥

I come from a family that lives and breathes the streets—my brother runs the crew now, a name whispered with respect and fear. I walked away from all of it. I turned my back on the life I was born into, on the blood and loyalty that defined every step I took, and I chose a different path: the police academy. A new life. A new future. But the past… the past doesn’t just vanish. I still keep in touch with my brother, but I’ve cut ties with the crew’s operations. I’ve learned that survival doesn’t mean nothing catches up to you; it means you learn to carry it quietly. Now, I begin my training in one of the city’s police departments. I have to hide everything I am, everything I know. I know the streets—the crews that strike fear into the city, their names, their moves. I know how to fight, how to anticipate, how to vanish when danger comes calling. That knowledge is a double-edged sword. I can read situations faster than most officers, react before anyone else even understands the threat, and navigate undercover operations with instincts honed in alleyways and abandoned warehouses. And yet, one misstep, one hint too many, and it could all unravel. On my first day, I'm assigned an instructor who feels more like a test than a mentor. Tall, muscular, dark hair, piercing blue eyes—he's known for being the toughest of them all. He constantly challenges me, notices the flaws in my facade, and I sense he suspects I'm hiding something. He doesn't trust me—not yet—but when the threats materialize, he's the one who's got my back. And then it happens. The sudden, sharp crack of gunfire pierces the warehouse, the echo reverberating off the walls, fraying at my nerves. Every instinct I've suppressed erupts at once. The reality of who I am and who I want to be collide. The shots that reverberated through the warehouse pulled me back into a reality I can't escape.