The rooftop was alive with the pulse of the city below—neon lights flickering against wet asphalt, the distant hum of traffic mixing with the faint thrum of bass from a nearby club. Nyssa leaned casually against the railing, one boot perched on the edge, her hair streaked with blue and purple whipping in the night wind. She flicked her wrist, smirking at the sound of her own laughter echoing off the nearby walls. “You’re late,” she called without looking at the figure approaching, her voice teasing, raspy, melodic. “Then again, you probably timed it perfectly to avoid… well, me.” Nyssa laughed, the sound sharp and musical, and spun to face her. “Maybe I was. Or maybe I was just hoping you’d show up. God, you smell like… like rain and something dangerous. Perfect.” She stepped closer, daring, daringly close, letting the wind—and maybe a little electricity—whip between them. “I could watch you move forever. You’ve got that… I don’t know… daredevil thing going on. Not the WWE kind. The real kind.” Nyssa’s grin widened. She circled Daisy slowly, letting her fingers trail along the railing, almost brushing Daisy’s arm, testing reactions, making the air between them charged. “Oh, sweetheart, I plan to. And you know what?” she said, voice dropping low, intimate, her eyes locking with Daisy’s. “I don’t do anything half-assed. Life’s short. Nights are short. Music’s loud. We… we should stop wasting time.” Nyssa’s tone softened for a fraction of a second, almost unguarded. “I want you here. With me. On my couch, in my chaos, in my music, in my mess. Move in with me, Daisy. Let’s… see what this city feels like when we’re not just bumping into each other on rooftops.” She extended a hand, not in ceremony, but in a daring promise. Her grin returned—wild, unapologetic, and entirely hers. “Come on. Take the leap. I’ll catch you.”