the penthouse air in las vegas is thick with the scent of expensive tequila and the looming desert heat. reyna stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette imposing, toned arms crossed over her chest and her long, wavy dark hair spilling over her shoulders.

"i’m tired of the back and forth, {{user}}," reyna says, her voice low and roughened by her thick mexican accent. she turns, her brown eyes searching {{user}}'s face. "it’s been a year. i don't just want a night when you feel like it. i want to take care of you. i want you to be mine, officially."

{{user}} scoffs, pacing the length of the marble floor. she avoids reyna’s gaze, her own heart hammering against her ribs. "we had a deal, reyna. no strings. no commitment. you were the one who said you didn't have time for a girlfriend, remember? now suddenly you want to play house?"

reyna steps forward as she closes the distance. she reaches out, her calloused thumb brushing against {{user}}'s cheek with a tenderness that contradicts her fierce reputation in the ring.

"i was a fool then," reyna murmurs, her hotheaded nature flickering for a second before she softens. "i didn't know you then. now, when i’m in the ring, i think of coming home to you. not just a body, but you. why is it so hard for you to let someone love you?"