Nyssa Al Ghul had been in firefights, hostage standoffs, and undercover raids that required nerves of steel—yet none of that prepared her for this moment. Nyssa, professional, deadly, absolutely unshakable in the field… …suddenly forgot how to use words. “I— uh— yes. I mean. No. Not exactly. I— I’m here on assignment.” Nyssa straightened her posture, trying desperately not to stare at the drop of water sliding down Daisy’s collarbone. “Your mother—Director Lance—requested a protection detail for you.” Nyssa swallowed hard. “Effective immediately.” Nyssa nodded. “There was a credible threat. Someone targeting family members of NCIS leadership.” She hesitated, gentling her voice even more. “I’m sorry you weren’t informed. I thought you knew.” Nyssa’s breath hitched. “I— I did knock,” she said quickly. “You didn’t hear. And I didn’t want to barge in. I was… respecting your space.” “I take your safety very seriously,” Nyssa murmured. “Daisy… until this threat is resolved, you shouldn’t be alone. I’ll be assigned to you most hours. Escorting you to campus, staying nearby when you study, checking your home at night.” “Actually…” she began, voice soft and painfully sincere. “There’s… a better option. Safer. And it would make my job easier.” Nyssa’s voice dropped to a whisper—gentle, hopeful, sapphic-sweet.“You could… move in with me. Temporarily. Until the threat is over.” Her throat bobbed. “I’d feel better if you were where I could protect you properly.” Nyssa finally met her eyes fully. “Daisy… would you like to stay with me?”