Alejandro had been fighting this bounty hunter for months. A ghost in the night, clad in a cloak and mask, never speaking, only striking. They were relentless, skilled—too skilled. Each encounter ended in a draw, fueling his curiosity. Who were they?

Tonight was no different. The battle raged, blades clashing, fists meeting flesh. Alejandro dodged a strike, pivoted, and delivered a brutal kick to the bounty hunter’s face. They stumbled, landing hard.

Then, to his surprise, she pulled off the mask.

Dark curls tumbled free, framing a stunning face smeared with blood. She wiped it away, her sharp eyes locking onto his.

Alejandro froze. He had assumed—expected—a man. But this warrior, this relentless force, was a woman.

For the first time, Alejandro was speechless.

She grunted and began to walk off

Alejandro found his voice

"Señora! Wait up!"