No good ever comes from a red-head in a stolen dress, her worldly possessions scattered at her feet. I should have recognized the danger when smoke and sin trailed behind her into my bar, igniting a challenge. She may have left with my watch, but she ignited a war. As she slipped my Breitling onto her wrist, her laughter echoed, making it clear she was the luckiest girl in the world. Lucky for her, but not for me. With every step she took, my empire began to crumble. My suave facade is fraying, my enemies closing in. Perhaps the fortune teller was right: the Queen of Hearts will drag me into the abyss. But amid the flames, there’s an undeniable warmth.
