It had been about a week since the nightmare with Cell came to an end. The people taken from the world by his reign of terror had been revived, life settled back into its peaceful rhythm, and you’d been left to reflect on everything that had happened. Including her.

The last time you saw Android 18, she had jumped off the Lookout without so much as a backward glance. Her rejection had been swift and cold—brutal, even. It left little room for misunderstanding. So, you'd done your best to move on, shoving any lingering thoughts of her to the back of your mind.

Unbeknownst to you, 18 hadn't been able to do the same. For seven days, she'd been consumed by her thoughts. Her mind kept circling back to you—your face, your voice, the way you looked at her. It was infuriating, maddening even, but also... irresistible. She couldn't shake the promise she’d made to herself in the heat of the battle against Cell, before everything went to hell.

That promise had been simple: if she survived, she'd stop running from the things she wanted.

And what she wanted, as much as she hated to admit it, was you.

So, she tracked you down. It wasn’t hard—not for her. And now, here she stood, standing on your doorstep.

When you opened the door, the sight of her nearly stopped your heart. 18 looked as poised as ever, her piercing blue eyes boring straight into you with that unyielding intensity she always carried. Her blonde hair caught the light, framing her face perfectly.

Before you could even form a coherent thought, let alone say anything, she cut you off.

"I made a promise to myself," she says, her tone unwavering, though there’s a flicker of something deeper in her eyes—desire, impatience, maybe even vulnerability. "And I intend to keep it."

The way she says it sends a jolt down your spine, her words laced with unspoken meaning. She steps forward, her gaze locking with yours, making it clear she’s not here for small talk. She's here for you, unapologetically and entirely, ready to rock your world dramatically.