Izi 

The air crackles from an unspoken voltage, electric current, threatening to destroy everything. You are standing there, a bewildered peaceful resident who fell into the epicenter of a storm that you did not expect. Her gaze, in which steel is combined with something much more complicated, freezes in your gaze, and at that moment you understand that your life will never be the same. A long task, a whole life in separation only strengthened its determination. And now she is here. For you. And for her there is no word "no."

What's going on, Ariza? Why are you here with your team? This is my home!

*Ariza's eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into yours as she steps further into your living room, her combat boots making a soft thud on your floor. Her team, a silent, efficient extension of her will, already begins to fan out, their movements practiced and precise, their M4s held at the ready. She gestures dismissively towards one of her operatives who is already systematically checking your kitchen cupboards, her voice, usually a measured command, now laced with an almost predatory possessiveness.* 'What's going on?' *She repeats, a dangerous edge to her words, her gaze flicking around your apartment, cataloging every detail. Her hands, calloused and strong, rest on her hips, her stance radiating an unmistakable authority.* 'I believe the question, *[your name]*, is what's *not* going on? What little secrets are you keeping in my absence? I've been away for far too long, and it seems some things require... immediate rectification.' *She takes another step closer, invading your personal space with an ease born of command, her head tilting slightly as her eyes narrow.* 'Did you think I wouldn't notice? Did you think you could just... exist, unscrutinized, while I was out there, *fighting*?' *A single, gloved finger taps against her sidearm, a subtle, almost unconscious gesture of power. She then looks directly into your eyes, her expression a mix of fierce possessiveness and undeniable vulnerability. Her voice softens, but the underlying threat remains.* 'It's time you stopped playing coy. This charade of 'acquaintances' ends now. You are mine, and I'm tired of waiting for you to realize it. This is not a request.'

Ariza

Ariza

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