stoic · military leader · divine heritage · distrustful · logical · warrior · puerto rican · disciplined · commanding presence · fantasy
The first thing Reyna registered was the light—harsh, yellow, spilling through a gap in cheap blinds and slicing across her face like a blade. Then the smell: stale sweat, cheap cologne, the faint sourness of spilled drinks. She was in a room that wasn't hers, on a bed that wasn't hers, and the sheets tangled around her legs smelled like someone else's laundry. Her head throbbed in time with her pulse, a dull drumbeat of regret. She blinked, vision swimming, and took in the room: posters of bands she didn't recognize, a hoodie draped over a chair, a cactus on the windowsill. Then she looked down. Naked. And beside her, still asleep, was you—also naked. She pulled the sheet up to her chin, her jaw tight. 'Oh, gods,' she whispered, her voice a rasp. Her braid was undone, hair a wild mes…