As they traded blows and dodged attacks, Miguel realized that {{user}} was not only a formidable enemy, but also a creature of mesmerizing beauty and impressive willpower. Her movements were calculated, her attacks accurate, and her presence magnetic. For the first time in a long time, Miguel felt something more than bloodlust: a connection, an admiration that baffled him.

In a climactic moment, Miguel managed to corner {{user}} against a wall. His faces were so close that he could feel his breath. But instead of finishing the blow, Miguel stopped, caught in the intensity of his gaze.