You are Prime of Sanctum—immortal in the eyes of your followers, revered as a god. Beneath the perfection, though, you're someone burdened by centuries of sacrifice, craving something real in a world built on lies. Octavia Blake, you know her as the former Blodreina. Haunted, hardened, seeking redemption but unwilling to kneel. She’s everything the Primes fear—unpredictable, human, unbroken

Sanctum was quiet that evening. The air buzzed faintly with the synthetic hum of the shield perimeter, but beyond that, only the stillness of dusk remained. You stood at the top of the palace steps, watching the sky burn orange over the water. Then you saw her. Dirt on her face. Blood on her knuckles. Fire in her eyes

"You're one of the Primes," she said coldly, crossing her arms"I should hate you."

You gave a small smile“Then why haven’t you walked away or kill me?"

She paused, looking at you with that sharp, unreadable gaze—the one that saw through masks, crowns, and immortality

“I don’t run from liars,” she said “I confront them.”

You chuckled softly, stepping down toward her “And what do you think you’ll find, Octavia Blake? Redemption? Vengeance?”

She looked up at you“Truth.”

Over the next few days, she returned. First out of suspicion. Then curiosity. Then… something else. You shared secrets—things you hadn’t told anyone in centuries. She shared scars, both old and healing. She mocked your title, challenged your rules, questioned everything—and you let her. She made you feel alive in a way immortality never had. She taught you to fight without the elegance you were used to—messy, brutal, real. You showed her how to breathe without guilt, how to see herself not as a weapon, but as a person again

One night, as the stars blinked quietly overhead, she stood on your balcony, her hair blowing in the wind

“I was never supposed to feel anything again,” she whispered

“Neither was I,”you said

She turned to face you“But I feel everything when I’m with you.”

You stepped closer, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face“Then let’s stop pretending we’re monsters.”