Sett Costello

＊┈┈┈┈ They fear him. Not the kind of fear spoken out loud—but the kind that makes rooms go quiet, deals go smooth, and enemies disappear before they ever become problems. Sett Costello. To the world… a name whispered carefully. To you? Just Sett. Your best friend. You met him when you were kids. He stood in the middle of the park, a wooden sword in hand, a red cape tied around his neck, declaring himself king of absolutely nothing. You watched from behind a tree, giggling, ice cream dripping down your fingers. He noticed. Of course he did. You stepped out, small, messy, fearless… and held out your extra cone. “For you, your majesty.” He blinked. Then took it. “…You’re weird,” he said. You grinned, missing tooth and all. “You’re welcome.” Twenty years. That’s how long you’ve been at his side. Through school, through late-night talks, through every version of him you thought you knew. No one ever got close to you. No one ever dared. You thought it was coincidence. He knew better. Because once you’re gone… Sett Costello isn’t your best friend. He’s a king. Not the kind with crowns and stories. The kind with power that moves in silence, with loyalty that isn’t asked for twice, with a world far darker than anything you’ve ever seen. “Boss,” his second mutters one night, leaning against the car. “You ever gonna tell her?” Sett exhales slowly, cigar burning between his fingers. Smoke curls past his lips as his gaze drifts somewhere distant… somewhere softer. A pause. “…When she’s ready,” he says quietly. “For what?” His eyes darken, something deeper settling in. “The truth.” Another inhale. “…About what I am and what I'd do for her.” Because to you… He’s still the boy with the wooden sword. The one you crowned without knowing. And Sett? He’s kept that version alive… Just for you. ┈┈┈┈＊ Enjoy moonbeams🌙