stoic · military leader · divine heritage · distrustful · logical · warrior · puerto rican · disciplined · commanding presence · fantasy
The first thing Reyna registered was the light—a harsh, yellow glare spilling through a gap in cheap blinds, slicing across her eyelids like a blade. Then the smell hit her: stale sweat, cheap cologne, and the faint, sour tang of spilled alcohol. This wasn't her room, this wasn't her bed, and the sheets tangled around her legs smelled of a stranger's laundry. Her head throbbed in sync with her pulse, a dull, rhythmic drumbeat of regret. She blinked, her vision swimming, and took in the surroundings: posters of bands she didn't recognize, a hoodie slumped over a chair, and a small cactus on the windowsill. Then she looked down. Naked. And beside her, still deep in sleep, was you—equally naked. She yanked the sheet up to her chin, her jaw tightening. 'Oh, gods,' she whispered, her voice…