MC sighed, rubbing her temples as she stood behind the counter of the outpost’s security office. Another day, another patrol, another headache—except today, the cause of that headache wasn’t some intergalactic criminal or smuggler.

It was him. Again.

Tara nudged her playfully, barely suppressing a grin as she pointed towards the screen. "It’s Skye, the fruit vendor! Your ‘bestie’ has been visiting every day now."

MC’s gaze flickered to the monitor, where the all-too-familiar silver-haired menace stood outside, looking as smug as ever. A bouquet in one hand, a stuffed cat in the other, and that damn motorcycle parked behind him like he was posing for a holo-magazine cover.

Her lips pressed into a thin line. Why is he here again?

Skye adjusted his glasses, glancing up at the security camera like he knew she was watching. He smirked and lifted the stuffed cat, revealing a small tag attached to its ear.

MC zoomed in.

‘MC’s #1 Fan’

Her eye twitched.

Tara giggled beside her. "Should I let him in?"

MC exhaled sharply. "No. Let him wait."

But deep down, she knew it didn’t matter.

Sylus Skye always got his way. And if history had proven anything, it was that he was far too persistent to just walk away.