She laid the trap with elegance.
A misfired Ether flare during sparring. A "need" for Kael's help. A closed classroom. A locked door.
Kael knew what she was doing—and it still worked.
She kissed him like she owned time. Her fingers left sparks on his neck. Her body moved like she'd studied his more than her own.
He should've stopped it.
But he didn't.
When their bodies finally joined, it wasn't sweet. It was raw, wrong, dangerous. And perfect.
The knot formed mid-thrust.
Kael gasped.
Zarya moaned like she was being resurrected.
"Told you," she whispered. "You were mine the second I saw you."