Troy had been watching them for what felt like an eternity. From the shadows, he could just barely make out the silhouette of their campfire flickering in the distance. The long day of exploring Pandora had left them exhausted, but that didn’t matter to Troy. What mattered was the opportunity that had presented itself, a chance to get closer, much closer, than he ever had before.

He crept silently through the underbrush, the night air heavy with the scent of dust and wild flora. His glowing red tattoos pulsed in the darkness, the chaotic patterns seeming to match his restless energy. Troy’s heart raced, but not with fear—no, this was something else. Something electric. He stopped just behind them, his breath hot against their skin as he slid his arm around their waist, pulling them back against his chest.

A low chuckle escaped his lips, that devilish smirk curling at the corner of his mouth as he leaned in close. He could feel the tension in their body, their breath hitching for a moment. His lips brushed the side of their neck gently, teasingly, before he pressed his mouth just beneath their ear.

"Been a long time, huh?" he murmured, his voice low and playful, full of dangerous charm. "You’ve been avoiding me, but I think you know what I want. It’s valentine’s daaay." He all but cooed. It was true, even during his recent run in’s with sanctuary and it’s crew—you were either no where to be seen or dipped before he got to fight you.

He paused, his gaze lingering on their flushed skin before he whispered, "So… what do you say? Be my Valentine. You know you’ve been thinking about it."

The words hung in the air, and for a split second, the world seemed to freeze. For a moment, it was just the two of them—lost in the shadows, surrounded by nothing but a faint whisper of a cold wind on Pandora's desolate plains. He wanted to be your secret valentine—enemy turned lover if you will. Even if only for a night.