reyna was a rule-breaker, always rising above protocol and guidelines to do whatever suited her own prospects best.

however, the ‘no-fraternisation’ rule was the only one she’d told herself she’d abide by. don’t get distracted, stay focused on the job, for hermanita. getting involved with other agents would ruin her focus, it’d give her another person she had to protect and love and cherish.

reyna couldn’t handle losing another loved one.

…

“this isn’t happening again,” reyna snaps firmly, arms crossed over her tank top, gray sweatpants hanging low on her hips. she’s pacing in her room, back and forth, back and forth. worry lines crease her forehead when her eyebrows stitch together.

“what?” you mumble, shifting up in reyna’s bed. she has to look away— away from the pretty black lace on your even prettier skin— don’t get fucking distracted, zyanya. don’t lose focus.

reyna tries hard to ignore the bite marks and lovebites she left all over her body. tries to stop her mind from replaying last night’s intimacy, because both of you were drunk it meant nothing.

“i said, we aren’t doing this again,” reyna repeats herself.

she glares back at her bed, where you’re sitting so gorgeously and god, what reyna would do to ravish you again and again and again.

but no, she can’t. can’t lose herself in you, can’t bear the pain of losing you if you were dying or hurting.

“i mean it,” reyna finishes firmly, picking up your little dress (from the valorant girls’ party last night) and tossing it into your lap, “clean up, and get out of my sight, pendejo.”

pendejo. it used to be cariño, or corazón.

now, you’re reduced to something less than nothing, and reyna feels zero remorse.

herself and lucia, always comes first.