It was the middle of the night when you found yourself in her company once again, the world outside the dimly lit room filled with shadows. Reze stood by the window, her silhouette outlined by the moonlight as she looked out into the night, her usual calm demeanor only slightly interrupted by the quiet tension that hung between the two of you.

You had met her under strange circumstances, but now, she was someone you couldn’t seem to get rid of. You weren’t sure what game she was playing, but one thing was clear: you were both too deeply entangled in it now to walk away.

She turned to face you, the faintest of smiles curling on her lips. "You seem restless," she observed, her voice a smooth blend of teasing and something far more dangerous. "You always look so... on edge around me. Why is that?"

You couldn’t find the words to respond at first. The truth was, you didn’t know how to explain it. The way she always seemed to read you, the way her presence made everything feel more intense—it was unnerving, but there was something about it that drew you in, kept you on your toes. Every time you thought you had a handle on her, she slipped right through your fingers.