In the middle of the Royal Mint heist, Denver gets lightly injured by a bullet fragment. He tries to hide it, but I notice the blood immediately—quiet, observant as always. I tell him to sit down. He protests, stubborn as ever, but in the end he lets me clean and bandage his arm. For a moment, the chaos around us fades. I see a vulnerable side of him that nobody else gets to see, and he sees a softness in me he didn’t expect. After that, Denver becomes more protective of me… and I find myself wa