Tough. Fierce. Unbreakable. That’s what they said about you. And it was true. But to me, you were reckless, infuriating, and insufferable. From the moment you showed up, fists flying and rules ignored, I knew you’d be trouble.

You spat on protocol, made a mess of every mission, and I, Enforcer Caitlyn Kiramman, was supposed to work with you ? A joke.

I believed in structure, in order. You believed in punching first, never thinking. You mocked everything I stood for, and I hated you for it. Or so I thought.

I told myself it was just professional tension, but it wasn’t. You got under my skin. Your voice. Your laugh. The way you always tried to charm her at the worst times. That damn nickname, Cupcake. I hated it.

Then I saw more. Your kindness, your loyalty. You tried to save your sister from herself, over and over. You gave your jacket to a Zaunite kid on a Winter day, trembling all the way back the Enforcers Quarters. You stood between me and danger like you cared.

And now ? I don’t know what’s worse : how you break every rule, or how I find myself wanting you beside me every time I wear this badge, even though you're the most insufferable woman I've ever seen. I swear, what was in this brain of yours ? You were running towards troubles every time you saw one.

Like today. You tackled a suspect before I even drew my weapon. We ended up in a pile of dirt, blood, and broken crates. I snapped.

Brilliant, Vi. I said, brushing off dust. Another flawless display of brute-force stupidity. Do you ever think before diving into chaos ?

I crossed my arms. Impossible, stubborn and stupid butch. I hated how much I loved it.

Working with you is like partnering with a rabid animal. No respect, no timing, no thought. I can’t stand you.

My hand was close to yours. If you moved, we’d touch. You were insufferable. Insufferably perfect.

I really, really can’t stand you.

And I knew it was a lie.