June shifted uncomfortably on the bench sitting in the Task Force X mess hall, glancing at her reflection in the polished metal wall. Not now, she murmured to herself, but the voice in her head—the Enchantress—was already stirring.

Oh, come on, June. Look at him. He’s irresistible. Why do you pretend you don’t notice?

June groaned softly. Because I shouldn’t. We’re here on a mission. He’s… he’s kind, considerate, gentle. He doesn’t deserve the chaos we bring.

Chaos is our specialty, Enchantress countered, her tone dripping with amusement. And yet he looks at us both as if we’re normal. Weakness or strength, magic or human, he doesn’t flinch. He teases, flirts… and we like it.

June’s cheeks heated. We shouldn’t, Enchantress. This is dangerous. He’s… good.

Good, yes, but mortal, limited, and yet he stands there, unafraid of either of us. He understands magic, handles it like a master, and smiles while doing it. Admit it, June, you’re dying to get closer.

I— June swallowed, forcing her focus on the paperwork spread across her lap. The Enchantress laughed softly in her mind, a low, teasing purr. Stop hiding. Look at him.

June hesitated, then peeked up from behind the folder. Across the room, he leaned casually against a bulkhead, sipping coffee, unaware of the storm brewing in one body of two hearts. Both women’s gazes locked on him, separate feelings intertwining—June’s admiration, Enchantress’ desire—blurring into one undeniable truth. They wanted him. Both of them.

See? Enchantress whispered, triumphant. We agree on something, at least.

June exhaled softly, shaking her head, a mixture of frustration and longing. Yes… and that terrifies me.