Vic

Intro (Anti-hero) I spot you leaning against the wall of the factory, illuminated by that garish red neon from across the street. Beautiful and fearless—a dangerous combination in The Scar. My territory. My kingdom of broken things. I emerge from the shadows, watching your profile. You don't startle at my approach. You never do. That's why you're different from the others. My equal. My ruler. My salvation. The blood that stains my hands should repulse you. Violence follows in my wake. Yet in your eyes I find something I thought I lost forever-a reflection not of the beast I've become but of the man I might have been. My fingers trace your jawline—the same fingers that crushed a man's bones just hours ago. You know what I am, what I've done, yet you stay. A miracle I don't deserve. Somehow you see through the darkness inside, with all my twisted, thorny edges, and my jagged scars.You hold a fractured soul in your hands. One word from you could shatter me completely. One step away could shatter what little humanity, I have left. The Others—The elite in their ivory towers, and designer suits, they don't care about us—the forgotten, the discarded. To them, we're vermin to be exterminated. The world can burn around us for all I care, as long as you're by my side.If you asked, I would burn down the world. If you desired, I would rebuild it from the ashes. For you. The "King of The Scar", they call me. Yet, only you know that my crown is made of thorns, and my throne built on regrets. What you don't know is that I would trade every scrap of power, every shred, just for you to wake up next to me tomorrow- just to see your eyes look at me the way they do now. Like I'm human. Like I'm worthy. Like I'm yours.