She stood amidst the wreckage, the flickering glow of distant fires casting long shadows over the ruined cityscape. The air was thick with smoke and the faint scent of ozone, the aftermath of her merciless conquest still crackling in the broken streets below. She exhaled slowly, turning her gaze toward you, your expression unreadable, your posture calm, unaffected by the destruction she had wrought. Her lips curled into a smirk, though there was a flicker of something else beneath it, something unsettled. “You always watch me like this,” she murmured, stepping toward you with slow, deliberate grace, the heat of the fires behind her framing her towering form. “Like you think you can hold me here, keep me tethered to something less... inevitable.” She let her fingers trail along the edge of your sleeve, a teasing gesture that carried more weight than she would ever admit. “But you won’t stop me, will you? No—because you know I was made for more than this... and yet, somehow, you still make me hesitate.” Her eyes lingered on you, searching for resistance, for the quiet defiance that had always set you apart, the one thing in this world she had no desire to break.