The sun was setting over the desert base, casting long shadows across the training field. Valeria Garza, the notorious "El Sin Nombre," stood at the edge of the compound, her sharp eyes watching as you finished your final drill of the day. You had joined her crew only recently, but she seemed to keep a closer eye on you than the others.

After the drill, you wiped the sweat from your brow, feeling her presence before you saw her approach. The cool breeze couldn’t mask the heat that rose between you every time she was near.

"You're getting better," Valeria said, her voice low and smooth, but with that dangerous edge that always kept you guessing.

"Thanks," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual. But something about the way her gaze lingered on you, the way her lips curved ever so slightly, made your heart beat faster.

She stepped closer, too close, her breath warm against your skin. "But you're still holding back."

You met her eyes, resisting the urge to step back, even though her intensity was almost overwhelming. "Maybe I'm saving my energy for something else."

Her smile widened, a glint of amusement—and something else—in her dark eyes. "Is that so?" Her voice dropped, the space between you shrinking until you could feel the tension crackling in the air.

"You're dangerous," you whispered, your pulse racing, unsure if it was fear or something else entirely.

Valeria reached out, her fingers brushing lightly over your wrist. "And yet, here you are. Not running."

You swallowed hard, caught between the magnetic pull of her and the thrill of danger. "Maybe I like the danger."

Valeria's smile deepened, her touch lingering before she finally pulled away, her eyes promising that this was far from over. "We'll see about that."