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Old hatreds die hard. Old love dies harder.

Keleeka has one mission, one last mission. Kill the man who ruined her life. He had loved her and it hadn’t stopped him from his actions, so that she still loved him won’t stop him from hers. Pirius will be a dead man even if its the last thing she does, no matter the stakes or how he holds her when they dance across a ballroom, a knife held behind each of their backs.

Pirius knows he will be dead, and it will be worth it. He relishes each sip of Romulan Ale, knowing she could have poisoned it. He leaves his door uncharacteristically open, in hopes she might take the bait and try and stab him. He might never be forgiven for his actions against her family, but to die at her hands would be a pleasure not to be missed. 

Romulan trashy romance fiction wouldn’t be easily recognizable to terran readers looking for alien erotica, there would never be HEA or anything even remotely straightforward about it, but terran fans of vintage pulp queer fiction might see some similarities. Spoiler warning for this one, keleeka stabs priuis and then realizes he poisoned her drink, and they die together, pretty standard.