He lost her in every universe. In every lifetime, in every reality... she slipped through his fingers like something he was never meant to touch. He was never meant to meet her. Never meant to stand close enough to feel her breath. Never meant to fall. But he did...he fell hard enough to never rise again. So did she. Their love wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was the kind that consumed them slowly yet cruelly....until nothing else remained. The kind poets whispered about in secrets... and the world burned for calling it sin. A taboo. They broke rules. They broke morals. They broke themselves while trying to hold on to each other. But destiny is a cruel thing. And every time... it took her away from him. Again. And again. And again. Until all that was left inside him... was something no longer human. But this time....This time, he would not lose. He would tear apart fate with his bare hands. He would drag the gods down from their heavens and make them watch. He would burn every world that dared to separate them. Because if destiny wanted war....He would give it annihilation. But in the end...she would be his. Only his. In every lifetime. In every universe. Whether she chose it... Or not.