In London, there are rules. Lines you don't cross.
Until you do.
AK moves with precision, control, and instinct.
DeAngelo moves with strategy, patience, and power.
When their worlds collide, what starts as pressure turns into something sharper-something neither of them is willing to step away from.
As the city moves like nothing's happening, a quieter war builds beneath it. Lines are tested. Boundaries shift. And every decision carries weight.
Because in this life, it's not about who starts it.
It's about who finishes it.
And once you step over the line...
there's no going back.