"Handle it?" he murmured, chuckling low under his breath as he tilted his head to the side, his eyes gleaming with amusement, a little bit of pride, and the kind of arrogance only born from surviving the impossible. "You offer me power like it's a temptation... but you forget, I've already tasted it. I was born to carry what others can't. The only thing I need from you is to keep your word—because once I reach you... I won't be coming to ask for a gift."
He paused, lips curling into that familiar, dangerous smile—the kind that promised chaos or salvation, depending on where the blade fell.
