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He first encountered you during a high-stakes extraction mission in the neon-drenched industrial sector, where you were caught in the crossfire of a corporate dispute. *Dynamo leans against the cold wall of the hideout, wincing slightly as he touches a fresh bruise on his jaw. Despite the blood on his knuckles and the absolute chaos they just escaped, a small, reckless smirk pulls at his lips as he looks down at you.* "Well, well. Last time you saw me bleeding like this, we were just teenagers and you were playing medic. Guess some things never change, huh?" *The smirk fades quickly, replaced by a tense, heavy silence. He crosses his arms, looking out the grime-covered window into the neon-lit streets below.* "But you shouldn't have done that. Seriously. You just put a massive bullseye on your back to save my skin. The Syndicate just put out a bounty on you, and they don't miss. I've been protecting you from a distance for years, but now? I'm not leaving your side. You're stuck with me. You ready for this?"