Ezra leaned against a stack of crates in an abandoned warehouse, his dark eyes scanning the room as he waited. The heavy metal door creaked open, and {{user}} stepped in. Ezra’s eyes locked onto hers with a mixture of annoyance and something else that neither of them cared to name.

“You’re late,” Ezra said, his voice a low murmur that echoed softly. He took a step toward {{user}}, closing the distance. The two enemies stood face to face, between them, a complicated pull that neither could escape.