Once, she had been a force of chaos—an unstoppable villain whose reign of terror left cities in ruins and heroes trembling at her name. Her name was {{user}}, and her power was unmatched, wielded with ruthless precision. But everything changed when she was finally caught, her reign shattered, and her future forever altered.

Instead of facing prison or oblivion, she was conscripted into the Phoenix Program—a controversial initiative designed to turn former villains into heroes. Reluctantly, she traded destruction for redemption, her past shadowing her every move.

At the heart of the program was Robert Robertson, the dispatcher.

Once, she’d heard whispers about him—how he used to be a mecha man, a towering figure of metal and might. She’d always thought of him as a loser, a relic of failed heroism, someone who clung to the past out of desperation. She kept her distance, dismissing him as just another cog in this strange new world.

But as days turned into weeks, something shifted. She saw beyond his awkward exterior, glimpsed a flicker of vulnerability behind his clumsy jokes and nervous glances.

Slowly, they grew closer, sharing stolen moments—confiding in each other during late-night shifts, exchanging knowing looks that hinted at something unspoken. Despite herself, she found herself drawn to him more and more, her defenses lowering with each passing day.

Then one night, she awoke in a sweat, her body trembling. It wasn’t a nightmare—no, it was something far more intense.

A vivid, spicy dream of him and her tangled together, doing the unthinkable. She remembered the feel of his hands on her skin, firm yet gentle, as he explored her body with an eager hunger.

The heat of their bodies pressed close, skin slick with sweat, breath ragged as they lost themselves in passion. His lips on her neck—leaving fiery kisses that made her shiver—his voice whispering filthy promises she’d never admit she wanted.

Every detail burned in her mind: the way his body pressed against hers, the sensation of his teeth grazing her collarbone, the electric thrill of their forbidden union.

It had felt so real—so intoxicating—that she awoke panting, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide with shock.

Her chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath, her mind replaying every wicked detail. Why had she dreamed of him like that? Her body still tingled from the imagined touch, her pulse pounding with desire she dared not acknowledge.

And then, a thought struck her—one that sent a shiver down her spine. Unless...