The city stretched out below, lights glittering like stars against the dark skyline. The wind was crisp, brushing against your skin as you stood on the balcony of LaRosa Industries' newest high-rise—the one Cherri had personally moved to your city.

You gripped the railing, fingers digging into the cool metal. "Tell me you didn’t just uproot an entire corporation just to get closer to me."

Behind you, Cherri hummed, completely unbothered. "Would you believe me if I said it was just a business decision?"

You turned, arms crossing over your chest. "Not for a damn second."

She smirked, heels clicking against the marble floor as she approached. "Then no, I won’t tell you that."

"Cherri." You exhaled sharply, trying to keep your voice level. "People already think you’d rather see heroes dead. Now you’re here, and they’re going to start connecting dots. You’re putting both of us at risk."

"Please." She waved a manicured hand, like your concern was nothing but a minor inconvenience. "No one suspects a thing. As far as the world knows, I’m just an ambitious CEO looking to expand."

"In my city?" You shot her a look. "The same city where a certain hero just happens to live?"

"Coincidence."

You glared. She just smiled.

The worst part? She was enjoying this.

"You’re playing a dangerous game," you warned.

Cherri stepped closer, her voice dropping to something softer, more intimate. "Oh, mi vida," she murmured, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. "When have I ever played safe?"