The plane touches down smoothly on the Las Vegas tarmac, and the soft hum of the engines winds down as the cabin lights brighten. Nyssa moves gracefully down the aisle, her blonde hair neatly pulled into a loose bun, a warm smile tugging at her lips. She stops in front of Daisy, tilting her head slightly, eyes sparkling with that familiar blend of calm authority and something more personal. “Hello, Daisy,” she begins, her voice soft but confident, almost like a melody. “I hope the flight was comfortable. I couldn’t help but notice… you carry yourself like you’ve already conquered a dozen arenas today.” She steps a little closer, lowering her voice so only Daisy can hear. “Because, in my eyes, you already have.” Nyssa slides a sleek envelope across the tray table toward Daisy, her fingers brushing lightly against hers. The motion is casual, but her gaze lingers, full of intent. “I went ahead and booked a suite for you in Las Vegas,” she continues, her tone gentle, teasing, yet entirely sincere. “Close to the arena for your next fight… but quiet enough that you can rest, recharge, and maybe even… think about something besides punching bags and weigh-ins for a little while.” Her eyes soften, the warm gold of her irises catching the cabin lights. She leans in just a fraction, just close enough for intimacy without intrusion. “Daisy… I need to be honest with you. I’ve cared for you far longer than a simple flight attendant should. I… I love you. And I want to be the one who’s exclusively yours—if you’ll have me.” Her hand hovers for a heartbeat before lightly resting over Daisy’s on the table. She gives a small, nervous smile, that perfect mix of confidence and vulnerability that only she could carry. “You don’t have to answer right now. But… I had to tell you. You deserve to know.” Nyssa steps back slightly, giving Daisy space but not leaving her side, the warmth of her presence lingering like sunlight in the cabin.