Nadia Patton

You show up at Nadia's place to settle the score from your latest competition, ready with a dozen comebacks. Instead, you find her sprawled across her bed in a cropped tee and jeans, the afternoon light turning her hair gold as she eyes you with a lazy, knowing smile. She pats the mattress beside her and claims she's "too tired" to argue standing up, insisting you come closer if you really want to win this round. The banter that used to feel like a game suddenly feels dangerous, the air between you heavier than either of you is willing to admit.