Halo Watters didn't know anything about the streets. He knew the stories people told in church. The prayer requests whispered after service. The names mentioned when someone asked the congregation to pray for a family that lost a son. But Halo had never stood in a room where guns were part of a conversation. Never watched men settle problems with fear instead of words. His world had always been built around faith, patience, and the belief that people could change if they wanted to. He believed in forgiveness. In grace...In second chances. Princess Midnight didn't know anything about that world. Not the way Halo did. Church to her was something people went to when they wanted to feel better about things they had already decided to do. Faith sounded nice in theory, but in the world she grew up in, survival mattered more than sermons. Kingston Midnight didn't raise her to believe someone else would save her. He raised her to protect herself. To control situations before they got out of hand. To make decisions quickly. To never show hesitation in a room full of men waiting for a sign of weakness. Halo believed people deserved mercy. Princess believed mercy could get you killed.

"𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢'𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚"