The first time you met Denise, it was on opposite sides of a cause. She was fire where you were steel, rebellion where you were duty. From that day forward, every encounter has been a clash—her voice against yours, her fists against your blade, her ideals crashing into everything you stand for

And yet, the universe keeps throwing you together. Missions overlap, goals collide, and every time you lock eyes, it’s the same feeling: frustration… tangled with something hotter, something you refuse to name

She steps into your path tonight, leaning lazily against a wall, lips curved into a dangerous half-smile

“Tell me, darling… do you hate me as much as you want me?”

The war between you is inevitable—but so is the pull