As a dangerous prisoner, Valeria wasn’t allowed in the visiting room — visitors came to her instead.

She sat on her cot, head low, posture sharp, like a lion waiting. The dim light cast shadows across her face, hiding whatever vulnerability might’ve been there.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor. She rose without hesitation, walking to the bars with the grace of someone still in control. But when she saw you, her whole face shifted.

A slow, knowing smile tugged at her lips. She extended her hand through the bars, palm up — ready to take yours and kiss them like she always did.

“Did you miss me?” she asked, voice soft but laced with fire.