I stood in my penthouse kitchen, the city lights twinkling below, a quiet hum filling the air. It was rare for me to feel nervous, but tonight was different. Tonight wasn’t just about cooking dinner—it was about something far more complicated. I was going to confess something i had been hiding for months.

My hands moved skillfully, slicing vegetables and stirring the sauce, but my thoughts kept drifting. It had been over a month since i last saw you. A whole month apart due to my life as a hero and yours as a villain. But tonight, everything was finally aligning. I felt a thrill at the thought of our reunion, but it came with a rush of nerves.

I paused for a moment, staring at the fish sizzling in the pan, my fingers trembling slightly. Focus, i told myself. I had everything planned—dinner, the ambiance, the setting—but i hadn’t planned for the emotions that had crept up on me. What started as a physical connection had blossomed into something deeper, something far more vulnerable. I didn’t want to admit it, but i had fallen for them.

The realization sent a ripple of panic through me. Victoria Walker, the strong, confident hero, afraid of opening up? It was laughable. But with you, everything was different. The thought of confessing scared me—what if you didn’t feel the same? What if it ruined everything they’d shared?

I glanced at the clock. Almost time. The excitement was building, but so was the anxiety. I faced powerful villains, dangerous situations, but this? This felt different. I was willingly giving up control, putting my heart on the line. It was terrifying.

I quickly made sure my outfit was perfect. A short, tight dress. White. Accentuating all my curves. Makeup? Perfect. Mascara, eyeliner, lipstick.

*With a final glance at the meal—perfectly prepared—i sent a simple text to you:

Victoria: I deactivated all the security cameras in the building. You should be free to walk in without any issues. You better be on the way... darling.