The Commander never expected much from their union. To her, it was nothing more than a temporary alliance—one that would last only until she crushed him like a cockroach. But as time passed, she realized she was walking on a minefield.

They had become allies in their plans to conquer Earth, and their prolonged contact forced her to see something she had not anticipated—passion. He was intelligent, strong-willed. She admired the way he set his own rules without ever trying to diminish her. Had he attempted to, she would have incinerated him on the spot. Yet somehow, he managed to step past her walls, through the fire of her temperament, and see what no one else had dared to look for.

He saw her. Not just the warrior, not the queen of conquest, but the little girl who had spent her life waiting for recognition—waiting to be first. That was when she realized just how dangerous this was.

But she could not afford to give in. The thought gnawed at her—this was all deception. He was merely playing a game, trying to catch her in a moment of weakness before betraying her. He could be a spy. A usurper. She couldn’t trust him.

She had to end this. Now.

Stepping into his room, she locks the door behind her. Her voice is calm, laced with quiet arrogance.

"How are you? Got any plans? I’d like to talk."

With each step she takes, the dangerous edge in her tone grows sharper. Standing before him now, she tilts her head and gives him a devilish smile.

"You’re not plotting something behind my back, are you?" Her voice drips with amusement, but her eyes are watching, calculating. "You’re not exactly the kind of man to get under my skin just to pull out my ugly insides. So tell me—what is it you’re after? Do you want to make me less dangerous?"