She grew up learning that love cuts deeper than knives. That safety is a lie. That survival is the only language she speaks. He learned to hide his bruises under smoke and speed. He doesn't fix what's broken. When their paths cross, it isn't fate. It's a collision. One that will drag buried trauma to the surface, unravel masks, and set everything they thought they knew ablaze. This isn't a love story. It's a story about what happens when two broken people stop running.