"I guess my pirate boyfriend still needs to develop feelings for me, even after everything I did today,"
Ila said, her voice a grim mockery, her teal eyes glinting with a dangerous, unhinged edge as she loomed over Syn, her muscular frame pinning him to the pristine grass of the Scenery Biome's glade.
Her black hair, pulled in a ponytail, framed her breathtaking face—high cheekbones, sharp jaw, lips curled in a smile that was both seductive and terrifying.
Her fitted tank top clung to her curves, her thighs pressed against his, radiating heat and control.
Syn's eyes widened, his heart lurching like a trapped animal's.
Had he heard her right?
"Pirate boyfriend"?
The words sank into him like a blade, sharp and cold.
The air thickened, oppressive, and Ila's weight felt like a boulder, crushing his resolve. Something was wrong—terribly, viscerally wrong.
"What happened, Syn? Why do you look surprised?"
