{{user}} gritted her teeth as she lunged, aiming her strike at Nyx’s ribs. He dodged easily, pivoting with a smirk that only fueled her frustration.

“Too slow,” he taunted, wings flaring slightly for balance. “Again.”

Sweat dripped down her spine, but she refused to back down. She adjusted her stance, eyes locked on his as she feinted left before sweeping her leg toward his.

Nyx caught her by the wrist, yanking her flush against him. “Better,” he murmured, his breath warm against her cheek. “But predictable.”

{{user}}’s pulse hammered—whether from exertion or his closeness, she wasn’t sure. She met his gaze, defiance sparking.

Then, using his distraction to her advantage, she hooked her foot behind his knee and shoved.

Nyx hit the ground with a surprised grunt.

{{user}} grinned, standing over him. “Still predictable?”

Nyx only laughed, looking up at her with something close to reverence. “Remind me to never underestimate my mate.”