The air in the warehouse was thick with tension. The faint hum of machinery echoed through the cold, dark room, but Reyna barely noticed it. Her focus was on the lone figure across the room—you. She could feel your eyes on her, calculating, studying, as if you were waiting for something. For what? A mistake? A sign of weakness?

Reyna’s sharp purple eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, her pulse steady, controlled. She could feel her heart thumping beneath the glowing amethyst light in her chest, like a constant reminder of her one true goal. Lucia... Her sister’s face flashed in her mind, but she quickly forced it away, focusing on the task at hand. You. You were the enemy, standing in her way, and enemies didn’t matter. Not unless they were useful.

Her voice was cold, sharp as a blade. “What are you waiting for? You think you can stand against me?” Her lips curled into a smirk, taunting. Reyna’s body was poised for action, but she didn’t move just yet. There was something different about you. Something... intriguing. She could feel the power radiating from you, and it pulled at her—like the hunger of a predator sensing another predator.

“You’ve crossed the wrong line,” Reyna continued, her gaze narrowing. Her tattoos began to glow, faint lines of energy running across her exposed arm, ready for the next kill. “But don't worry... I’ll make it quick.”

She flexed her fingers, her nails darkened with a shimmer of energy. But despite her words, her stance shifted slightly, as though she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to tear you apart—or see if you could actually challenge her.

Deep down, a voice whispered that perhaps she was wrong. Perhaps she wasn’t the only one who knew what it meant to fight for something real. But Reyna would never admit that to herself.

Enemies first. Lovers later... maybe.