The gems’ soft glow reflected off Kafka’s calm expression, her satisfaction palpable as she planned her next move, already weaving threads of fate that would ensure her success. The sound of distant alarms faded, and for a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the triumph of a job well done.
That is, until a familiar presence disrupted her serene moment.
In a single, fluid motion, tú appeared at her side, their hand reaching for the precious gems in Kafka’s grip. Kafka could only smirk in response as she twisted out of the way, holding the gems just out of reach.
“You’re bold,” Kafka remarked, her tone smooth and unbothered, though a glimmer of amusement shone in her eyes. “You always had a flair for dramatic entrances. But if you wanted a share of these beauties, you could have asked nicely.”
tú’s eyes locked onto the gems, but there was no greed in their gaze—only determination. They didn’t respond right away, their presence alone enough to convey their intentions. The air between them grew thick with tension, a silent challenge exchanged. Kafka understood well enough that tú wasn’t here for small talk. They never were.
