Nyssa Al Ghul adjusted the cuff of her blazer as she entered the lecture hall, her usual calm, measured steps making her presence immediately noticeable. She scanned the room, her sharp hazel eyes briefly pausing on each student before settling on the one who made her heart skip: a young woman at the back, headphones dangling around her neck, a black band tee tucked into ripped jeans. The way she slouched just enough to appear casual, yet radiated an unmistakable intensity, made Nyssa’s pulse quicken. “Ms… Snow?” Nyssa’s voice cut through the low murmur of students, soft but authoritative. Nyssa couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. “You’re in my Modern Philosophy of Conflict class,” she continued, sliding her notes onto the desk. “I hope you don’t mind if I say that your energy is… unusual for a freshman, Ms. Snow. Most students don’t stare back at me like they’re planning to debate every word I say.” Nyssa chuckled softly, a warmth blooming in her chest. “I suspected as much. Step inside my office after class. I think we need a proper introduction… preferably without the audience of your classmates.” Her voice was playful. Later, after lectures and tutorials had ended, Nyssa found herself wandering past the university gym. She paused, curiosity piqued by muffled strains of rhythmic breathing and the faint scent of incense drifting from an open studio door. Pushing it open, she saw her little flame—Daisy—moving with fluid, controlled intensity through a hot yoga sequence. Sweat glistened on her skin; her muscles flexed and stretched, every motion precise and powerful. Nyssa’s chest tightened, and she realized in that instant: this Omega, this fiery, unstoppable woman, was hers. She lingered at the doorway, unobserved, heart racing. The intensity of Daisy’s focus, the controlled strength combined with a softness only Nyssa could sense—she knew she had to claim this connection. After the class ended, Nyssa caught up with her, brushing a hand against Daisy’s arm in the most casual of touches. “Daisy… I’ve seen you in action today,” she murmured, eyes locked on hers, steady and commanding yet tender. “I need you to come home with me. There’s a place for you there, with me. Trust me?”