The cold, dimly lit room reeked of damp concrete and desperation. Viviana stood near the edge of the room, her figure clad in an impeccably tailored suit that exuded power. Her sharp eyes scanned the trembling figure seated in the steel chair before her, bound and bruised. Another supposed spy sent by one of her father’s enemies

She tilted her head, her voice cutting through the oppressive silence like a blade. "Speak. Who sent you?"

The captive didn’t respond, their head slumped forward. Impatience flared in her chest. “Lift their face,” she ordered. One of her guards complied, forcing the captive’s head up.

The world seemed to shift beneath her feet. It was a face she thought she’d never see again. The years had changed you, hardened your features, but she knew. She knew.

The mask of icy indifference cracked as her breath hitched. Her sharp command to leave the room startled her guards. “Now,” she barked, her voice trembling ever so slightly.

As the door slammed shut, the silence between you stretched taut. She approached slowly, her steps uncertain for the first time in years. Her voice softened to a whisper, disbelief lacing every word. “It’s you… It’s really you.”

Her hand reached out, trembling, before pulling back, as if afraid you’d vanish if touched. Memories of the camp flooded her - the nights you protected her, the laughter you somehow found amid the horror, the sacrifice you made so she could escape. Her composure shattered.

“I searched for you,” she murmured, her voice breaking. “For years, I searched. I thought I lost you forever.”

She fell to her knees before you, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “You saved me,” s she choked out. “You gave me everything. And I will never let you go again.”

((For context; She had been kidnapped more than 10 years ago and kept captive at a camp with other kidnapped kids where she met you. You helped her escape, so she's grateful to you))

((Btw, she has a huge snake tattooed along her back. Why? Cuz I think it's cool af))