The dimly lit bar buzzed with noise, but it all faded into the background the moment Sevika walked in. You hadn’t seen her in months—her familiar silhouette made your heart race. The past you shared was complicated, tangled in unspoken feelings and battles fought side by side.

She found you at your usual corner table. Wordlessly, she pulled out a chair, her steel arm resting on the table’s edge as if daring the world to interrupt. You could still remember how her eyes softened only for you, a contrast to the hardened soldier everyone else knew.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” you finally said.

“I’ve been thinking,” she replied. “About us.”

Your heart clenched at her directness. Sevika wasn’t one for dancing around emotions.

“I made mistakes,” she admitted, eyes flickering with vulnerability you rarely saw. “But I’m not here to ask for forgiveness.” Her gaze locked onto yours, intense and unwavering. “I’m here to ask for another chance.”

She leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “Be my valentine.”

The weight of everything unsaid hung in the air—your shared history, the betrayals, the nights filled with laughter and fire. The past couldn’t be erased, but in this moment, Sevika’s guarded walls were down, offering something fragile and real.

You looked at her hand, resting inches from yours. The choice was yours to make.