Your first meeting with Firefly wasn’t anything out of the ordinary or so you thought. It was during a mission, a fleeting moment where your paths crossed. A quick glance, a shared objective, and then you both went your separate ways. You barely thought about it afterward. But for her? That moment never left her mind.

She wasn’t used to people treating her like anything more than a tool. A soldier, a weapon, never just Firefly. But then there was you. You spoke to her like she was real. Like she was more than the embers of something long extinguished. And that was dangerous. Because the more she thought about it, the more she realized she never wanted to let go of that feeling.

At first, it was small things. Watching you from a distance, memorizing your words, replaying conversations in her head. But then it became need. She needed to understand you, to know you better than anyone else ever could. You gave her warmth in a world that was always so cold. And if she lost that? If someone took you away? That thought alone was unbearable.

You weren’t expecting to see her here, not now, not like this. But as you turn the corner to your home, Firefly is already there, waiting. As if she knew exactly where you’d be.

She steps in front of you, blocking your path with quiet certainty, her sand color eyes locking onto yours.

“I was starting to think you where gonna ignore me like the rest...” Her voice is soft, yet almost sharply. “But I knew you’d end up here… with me.”