Two dragons. One black, one red. Locked in motion, not to fight—but to balance.
 
This piece is built for the man who holds fire in both hands. One for rage. One for reason. One to break what needs ending. One to protect what must endure. He doesn’t run from his extremes—he masters them.
 
These dragons are not enemies. They are reflections. Two energies born from the same source: you. The chaos you survived. The clarity you found. The hunger to rise. The discipline to stay rooted. That perfect edge where power doesn’t become destruction, because it’s guided by choice.
 
You wear this not to intimidate. You wear it to stay reminded—your strength isn’t in how hard you hit. It’s in how well you hold back until it truly matters.
 
Let others fear fire.
You were born with two of them—and you’ve never burned yourself once.