The Test

The silence in the room is thick, heavy with the scent of skin and the electric tension of a challenge accepted. Standing there, naked and facing one another, the visual is almost too much for the mind to process—the ruggedness of a seasoned fighter combined with the breathtakingly beautiful form of the woman you once loved.

As you settle into your stance, trying to steady your breathing and ignore the visceral reaction of your own body, she settles as well. She drops into a low, predatory crouch. Her eyes, though they hold Walter's sharp intelligence, are framed by Alexa’s lashes as she stares you down.

She takes a slow, deep breath, focusing every ounce of her mental energy to maintain the vocal illusion. When she speaks, it is pure, melodic Alexa—but there is a ruthless, competitive edge behind the sweetness that belongs entirely to your father.

"Don't let your eyes wander," she murmles, her voice a silky, dangerous caress. "If you focus on the beauty... you’ll forget how to fight."

Without warning, the "test" begins.