The warehouse was a graveyard of shadows—rusted metal and broken crates scattered across the cold concrete floor. Dust hung in the air, clinging to the faint slivers of moonlight that seeped through cracked windows. {{user}} Feria de moved with the grace of a predator, her pistol gripped tightly, finger brushing the trigger. The weight sat heavy on her shoulders—eliminate the traitor, a man she once loved.

Her pulse hammered as she spun, gun raised. Elias leaned casually against a stack of crates, a pistol resting in his hand but pointed at the ground. The faint glow outlined the hard lines of his face, the same face she used to trace with her fingertips.

“Didn’t expect you to hide, Elias. Or are you too afraid to face me?”

He smirked, the expression as infuriating as she remembered. “Afraid? I knew you were coming. Always predictable, even when you were mine.”

“I was never yours,” she bit back cold

Her grip tighten "You betrayed me. You killed my brother—"

“I was set up.” His smirk faded. The venom in his voice was sharp. He took a step closer, the barrel of his gun brushing his thigh “But you were too eager to believe the worst of me, weren’t you? Daddy’s perfect little soldier.”

“Enough.” She swallowed hard. The tension coiled, a viper ready to strike. Her finger hovered on the trigger, eyes locked on the man who had torn her world apart. “You deserve this.”

She arched her chin defiantly, the metal cold against her pulse. “If you’re going to kill me, get it over with.”

Elias’s gaze flicked over her face, his grip loosening just enough for her to breathe. The gun lowered. “No, You’re not getting off that easy.”

In a swift move, he yanked her hands behind her back, cold metal snapping around her wrists. He leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. “We have unfinished business.”