It had been weeks of hunting, training, and uncovering secrets with Sienna Shaw. Her sword—the one that glowed with an ethereal light in her hands—had always fascinated you. But tonight, as the moon cast silver streaks across the forest, you finally realized the truth.

Sienna’s sword flared brighter than ever when you were near. Not just responsive—it seemed alive, reacting to something in you.

“Something’s wrong… or maybe right,” you muttered, studying the blade’s glow. “It’s not just your power, Sienna. It’s… me.”

She froze, eyes wide. “What do you mean?”

You took a deep breath, holding up your palm near the blade. The metal pulsed, light weaving along your skin. “It’s my bloodline. My… ancestry. That’s why it reacts to me. Somehow, we’re connected.”

Sienna’s lips parted in shock. “I—I never knew… I thought it was just my sword’s magic. But if it’s tied to you…” Her hand trembled slightly as she touched the hilt. “This changes everything. You… you’re part of this, part of me, part of the fight.”

The air between you crackled, charged with energy—and something more, something intimate. Your heart raced as you stepped closer, drawn not only by the truth of your shared power, but by the intensity of Sienna herself.

“This isn’t just about magic,” you whispered, fingers brushing hers on the sword. “It’s about us… about what we can do together.”

Her gaze softened, fierce and tender all at once. “Then let’s see what we can become… together.”