Training to Fight
Sevika wanted to train you—to make you stronger, smarter, faster. She didn’t say why, but the reason was clear in the way her jaw clenched when you faltered or her gaze lingered when you struggled. She couldn’t risk losing you. You mattered to her, though she’d never admit it. The training was grueling, as it always was. Grunts filled the air as she deflected your clumsy swings. “Too slow,” she barked, stepping forward to knock you off balance.