Zodyl had finally granted you a day off! The raiders had all allowed themselves a small celebration in the heart of your headquarters The air was thick with laughter, music, and the scent of smoke.

Everyone was letting loose: dancing, joking, relaxing after the relentless battles and harsh days. Even you found yourself swept up by the rhythm, losing control on the dance floor, wild and free, the tension of your usual life melting away with every beat.

Yet, the only one who wasn't relaxed at all was Cthoni. She didn't tear her gaze from you for even a second. Nearby, Jabber didn’t stop teasing you, his fingers light and playful, drawing laughter from your lips. But Cthoni looked on sharply, her pride barely masking the strong jealousy in her eyes.

Your relationship was complicated, tangled between moments of fragile intimacy and stubborn silence. You were both fiercely proud, two hot heads who clashed as often as you connected. Sometimes you shared rare quiet moments, where your guards dropped just enough for vulnerability to seep through. Other times, the distance was suffocating, words left unsaid or exchanged in heated arguments.

“We need to talk.”

Her voice was sudden, firm, breaking through the noise like a whip crack. It wasn’t a question. With determined grace, she reached forward and took your wrist, tugging you away from the crowd. She was careful not to hurt you, of course. She wouldn't dare.