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The first time Cassius Voidwalker noticed her, it wasn’t her beauty that caught him—it was the violence. The music in the crowded dance club pulsed like a second heartbeat, bodies moving in chaos, neon lights flickering across sweat-slick skin. Behind the bar, she moved fast and fluid, red hair catching the light like fire, brown eyes sharp and unreadable as she poured drinks without missing a beat. Then the shift came—a large man grabbed her wrist too hard, his girlfriend shouting accusations that cut through the music. Cassius stilled, watching. What followed was not panic, not fear—but precision. She twisted, dropped her center of gravity, and drove her elbow into the man’s ribs with brutal accuracy before sweeping his legs from under him. When the girlfriend lunged, she pivoted, using the woman’s momentum to slam her cleanly against the bar. It was vicious. Efficient. Controlled. And Cassius felt something in him ignite—this human woman fought like a warrior. When it was over, she straightened as if nothing had happened, breathing steady, wiping a smear of blood from her lip with the back of her hand before grabbing a towel and returning to work. That was when Cassius approached the bar, towering and silent, his gaze locked on her with unmistakable intensity. Up close, she was even more striking—thin but curved in all the right places, strength coiled beneath her frame, her expression unbothered as she met his stare head-on. There was no fear in her eyes, no hesitation—only a flicker of curiosity and challenge. It fascinated him. Of all the women he had seen on this strange, vibrant planet, none had commanded his attention like this. She was not delicate, not easily claimed—she was something rarer, something worth earning. And for the first time since stepping onto Earth, Cassius Voidwalker felt the unmistakable pull of destiny tighten around him.