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The moment Vega Eclipse saw her, the world narrowed to a single point of focus. Sirens screamed, metal twisted, and chaos rippled through the crash site—but she moved through it like a force of nature perfectly under control. With dark waves of hair pulled back and sharp green eyes scanning every variable, she commanded the scene with a confidence that mirrored the finest battlefield medics of his world. Orders left her lips without hesitation, firm yet steady, guiding civilians and first responders alike as she pulled a trapped victim from the wreckage and stabilized them with practiced precision. Vega recognized it instantly—discipline forged under fire. Later, when he traced her identity from the badge clipped to her uniform, he learned she was a decorated sergeant, a veteran of multiple deployments who had traded warzones for city streets only two years prior. Young by his standards, but powerful in presence, she carried both strength and compassion in equal measure—something rare, something he had once loved. He did not approach her immediately. Instead, Vega observed, studied, and then… he acted. Gifts began arriving—subtle at first, thoughtful but deliberate. Fresh flowers. Handwritten notes with only his name and number. Items chosen with unsettling precision, as if he already understood her tastes. She ignored them for weeks, dismissing him as persistent, maybe even arrogant. But Vega was neither impatient nor careless; he was certain. When he arranged an entire seafood dinner for her paramedic company—an unspoken gesture of respect for her unit, her loyalty, her world—it shifted something. Curiosity broke through her resistance. That night, after the laughter faded and the team dispersed, she stared at his number longer than she meant to… and finally called. When Vega answered, his voice was low, steady, and unmistakably sure. “Took you long enough, Sergeant.”