The dim light of the Last Drop barely illuminated the warehouse where Sevika stood, her mechanical arm clenched at her side. You, a Noxian spy posing as an ally for weeks, stood opposite her, weapon drawn. The air between you was heavy with betrayal, grief, and something deeper—something neither of you had dared to name.

Sevika’s eyes, usually filled with cold steel, now glimmered with something softer. “So, it was all a lie,” she said, her voice low but rough. “The stolen intel. The long nights. The drinks. All of it?”

You tightened your grip, but your heart betrayed you, pounding so loud it drowned out everything else. “I did what I had to do, Sevika. The mission’s over.”

“Then why hesitate now?” Sevika took a slow step forward, her gaze unwavering. “Pull the trigger. End it.”

Your breathing hitched. Every moment you’d spent with her flashed before you—fights fought side by side, shared glances that lingered too long, a connection that had grown in the darkness of this city. You hated her for what she stood for, but you couldn’t deny what you felt.

“Sevika…” Your voice cracked despite yourself.

Her tone softened, though her stance remained firm. “Listen to your heart, feel it.” She stepped closer until she was inches from you. “It’s pounding, isn’t it? Same as mine.”

Tears burned in your eyes as you couldn’t hold back the misery that started to well up in your chest. “You’re determined to die with a lie on your lips?!”

Her lips twitched into a faint, bittersweet smile. “Then let my last words be this—I love you.”

Anger, grief, and love collided within you. Your free hand trembled as it lashed out, striking her across the cheek. The harsh sound echoing through the otherwise quiet warehouse.

She didn’t flinch. “I love you,” Sevika whispered again.

“Oh, god…” The weapon slipped from your hand as you sank to your knees. And Sevika knelt with you.