Consent isn’t optional—especially when one of your lovers is coded with restrictions and the other thinks soul-bonding means 24/7 surveillance. Ra’s learning to navigate the fine print of desire, the sacred boundaries of touch, and the tricky politics of pleasure.

Let’s just say, even galactic empires can’t handle a woman who knows her worth in bed and on the battlefield.

They say Ra is the chosen one. The vessel. The prophecy incarnate. Cute, right? Except no one asked her. No one explained the price. And no one expected her to rebel.

Ra’s done waiting for permission or clarity. If she’s the glitch in their master plan, then she’ll lean in. Because destiny’s fun and all—but free will slaps harder.