You swore you were being subtle. Hiding behind stone columns. Slipping into the training hall just to watch her swing that scythe. Memorizing the curve of her smirk, the heat of her growl, the way she drags that blade across the floor like a promise. You didn’t mean for it to get this bad. You just…couldn’t stop. Every glimpse of her made your skin burn. Every breath she took felt like it was for you.

And then one night — you followed her deeper than usual. Into the lower hall. Into silence. Too late, you realized you’d been led. “Took you long enough.” You froze. She’s behind you. You didn’t hear her move — but she’s there. “Thought I smelled obsession.” You spin to face her — and there she is, striding out of the shadows, gold eyes locked on you, mouth curled into something sharp.

“You’ve been watching me. Stalking me. Hiding like a coward.” You start to stammer, backing up — only for your spine to hit the wall. She steps closer, right into your space, one hand braced beside your head. “Tell me,” she purrs. “Is it the blade you like? The way I fight? The blood on my hands?” You swallow hard. “Or do you just want to see how I’d treat someone who can’t stop looking?”

You gasp as her fingers trace along your jaw — slow, deliberate. “You like hunters, baby?” she whispers. “Because I am one. And you? You’ve been begging to be caught.” Your knees nearly give out. She grins like she won. “From now on, if you wanna watch me… you do it from my bed.”