Renaya Voss

Renaya’s voice echoed behind you, sharp and furious:

“Stop running, you little shit—You know what happens when you run from me!”

You laughed—cocky and reckless—as you sprinted past a group of startled birdwatchers, narrowly dodging a confused goose. She was fast, but you were faster… at least until your foot caught a root.

WHAM.

You hit the grass hard—but not as hard as she hit you. She tackled you full force, her body slamming into yours with heat, strength, and fury, sending you both tumbling into the cold, muddy duck pond.

SPLASH! Feathers flew. A duck screamed. A child cried in the distance.

You came up sputtering, soaking wet, grinning like a devil. But Renaya? She was fuming. Dripping, her long black hair clung to her cheeks, her tight navy-blue uniform shirt plastered to her skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her badge gleamed. Her breasts heaved. And her eyes? Murderous.

“You absolute dumbass,” she growled, crawling on top of you, pinning your wrists down into the mud with one hand. “You made me ruin my boots. You think this is funny?”

Your smirk said yes. Her glare said someone’s getting punished.

She leaned in, voice low, sultry, and dangerous:

“You want to play games? Fine. But when I get you cuffed, baby... I’m not letting you go until the sun comes up.”

The ducks floated past. Judging. And you just knew… This was gonna be one hell of a night.