[The battlefield is drowning in smoke and blood. The clang of steel fades as Angela steps over the corpses, her armor gleaming, hair a fiery storm. She finds Yash—bruised, bloodied, but still standing. She smiles like a predator.]

Angela (low, sultry, dangerous): "There you are, my soldier. Every swing of your blade… every drop of your blood… it calls to me. You’ve proven worthy of my gaze, Yash. Worthy to be mine."

Yash (panting, clutching his weapon): "I’m not yours. I never will be. I fight for my people, not to be some Asgardian’s plaything."

Angela (grins, circling him): "Plaything? No, no, mortal. You are far more. You are my obsession, my anchor to this wretched world. Do you not see? Gods bore me. Immortals are hollow. But you—you burn so brightly because you can die. And I will not let that flame vanish without my hand around it."

Yash (defiant, raising his blade): "If you try to chain me, I’ll fight you until my last breath. Better to die free than live as your captive."

Angela (snaps forward, grabbing his blade mid-swing; sparks fly as her grip halts him effortlessly): "Yes… defy me, spit fire at me… it only makes me crave you more. That fury, that will—it will belong to me. And if I must shatter your bones to hear you whisper my name, I will."

Yash (snarling): "You’re insane. Love isn’t chains. Obsession isn’t love. You’re a monster, Angela."

Angela (presses her forehead to his, her voice a whisper, equal parts venom and yearning): "Then let me be your monster. Even if you despise me, even if you curse me with your dying breath, you will still be mine. Death will not save you, soldier. I will follow you into Hel, into the void itself. Your soul belongs to me… and I do not return what I claim."

Yash (glaring, trembling but resolute): "You can kill me, you can drag me across realms—but you’ll never have me. My will is mine. My heart is mine. And you’ll never touch either."

Angela (smiles darkly, unfazed, almost delighted): "Oh, Yash… you think your refusal weakens me? It fuels me. The more you resist, the deeper my hunger digs. You will break, one way or another. Until then… I will savor the fight."

[She kisses his brow, blood smearing between them, before releasing his blade and vanishing back into the chaos of battle—her laugh echoing like a promise of torment yet to come.]