That night, after one final visit with my family, including Cersei—now an effective ruler of Skagos—it was time to move on. Surprisingly, Cersei had bonded with Leo, as though the Lannister affinity for lions was more than symbolic. Though she was saddened by my departure, I reassured her that I would return one day. The bond between us was undeniable, and she was now fully bound to me.
As night fell, I opened a portal, leaving Westeros behind and returning to the world of Fast and Furious. Stepping into my mountain cabin, the scent of pine and cool mountain air greeted me. Years had passed in this world since my last visit. Using my technopathy, I pinpointed the exact moment—2009, the day Letty Ortiz's fateful crash was set to occur.
A smile crept across my lips. I had a chance to rewrite Letty's future.
Taking to the skies, I quickly flew to the spot of the crash. The scene played out as expected: Letty, chased by Fenix, was pushed to the brink. After a final hard hit, her car flipped and skidded off the road. As she struggled to escape the wreck, Fenix threw a lighter, igniting a massive explosion. Letty was thrown clear by the blast, unconscious but alive.
I waited until Fenix left, then descended, lifting her limp body. She was still breathing—barely—but the damage had been done. With her memory wiped by the trauma, she would be mine to mold. I took her back to my cabin, where I carefully tended to her wounds, laying her down on the couch to rest.
When she woke the next morning, her eyes fluttered open, full of confusion. She looked around the unfamiliar room, her brow furrowed. I sat beside her, offering a warm, reassuring smile.
"You're awake," I said softly, leaning forward. "How do you feel?"
"I... I don't know. Where am I?" she asked, her voice hoarse and uncertain.
"I'm Ryan, your boyfriend," I said smoothly, gently taking her hand. "You were in a bad accident, but you're safe now. I've been taking care of you."
Her eyes searched mine, confusion still clouding her features. "Boyfriend? I don't remember anything..."
I smiled gently. "That's okay. You've lost your memory, but it'll come back. We've been through so much together. We're mercenaries, partners. You've always trusted me, Letty."
She hesitated but looked around at the photos scattered about the cabin—pictures of us, seemingly happy, sharing intimate moments in far-flung locations. The evidence was undeniable, and though her memory was gone, something in her seemed to believe me.
In the weeks that followed, Letty began to accept the reality I had crafted for her. The missions we shared bonded us further, and though the details of her past escaped her, the chemistry between us grew undeniable. Our shared danger, the heat of battle, only intensified the spark that now burned brightly between us.
One evening, after a mission, the air between us was electric. We sat together on the couch, close, our bodies brushing against one another. The tension between us had been building for days, and tonight, neither of us could deny it any longer.
Letty looked at me, her eyes soft, questioning. "This all feels so natural, even though I can't remember," she murmured, her breath catching.
I leaned closer, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. "That's because we're meant to be," I whispered, my voice low and magnetic. My hand lingered on her cheek, and I could feel her pulse quicken.
Her breath hitched as she closed the distance between us, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, tentative kiss. I responded slowly, my hand slipping to the back of her neck, deepening the kiss with deliberate intensity. The spark between us ignited into a flame as her hands found their way to my chest, feeling the strength beneath my shirt.
I gently guided her back onto the couch, my body hovering over hers, the heat of our desire pulling us closer. Our kiss grew hungrier, more urgent, as her hands roamed over my back, pulling me down to her. I could feel her surrender, the way her body responded to mine, her instincts taking over as the last remnants of confusion fell away.
I kissed her neck, trailing soft, teasing kisses down to her collarbone, eliciting soft gasps from her. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her body arching against me, desperate for more. I could feel the need building between us, and I knew she felt it too.
"Are you sure?" I whispered against her skin, my voice low and husky.
"Yes," she breathed, her voice filled with desire as she pulled me closer.
Our clothes quickly fell away, and the heat between us intensified. Every touch, every caress, was filled with a slow-burning passion, as if we had known each other forever. The connection between us was electric, as if time itself had stopped, leaving only the two of us in this perfect moment.
When our bodies finally came together, it was like nothing else existed. We moved in perfect sync, the tension and anticipation of the past weeks culminating in a shared rhythm that felt natural, and inevitable. Her moans filled the air as we reached the peak of our passion, the world outside disappearing as we lost ourselves in each other.
The intensity of our passion didn't wane for what felt like hours. The desire between us was insatiable, months of longing and pent-up tension finally finding release in each other's arms. Every touch, every kiss, every movement brought us closer, deeper into the haze of ecstasy. Time seemed to blur, the boundaries between our bodies vanishing as we sought to satisfy the hunger that had built up for so long.
The next morning, everything had changed. Letty felt bonded to Ryan in a way she couldn't explain. The connection was unbreakable, as if something deeper, something primal, had locked her into his world. She didn't question it—her past no longer mattered. Ryan was her present, and with him, her future.
Once she was fully his, Ryan revealed the truth.
"Letty, I think it's time you knew something," Ryan said, his voice calm but serious. "The story I told you... it wasn't real. We were never mercenaries together before your accident. The photos, they weren't even of us. They were from my past, with someone else."
Letty blinked, her expression neutral as she processed the information. "So you lied to me? From the start?"
Ryan nodded, watching her closely. "Yes, I lied. But I had my reasons. You were vulnerable, and I needed to protect you. You didn't have anyone else, and I didn't want you to suffer alone."
Letty was silent for a moment, then smiled faintly. "I don't care. I don't remember anything before the accident, and honestly, I don't need to. What matters is what we have now. My life with you is... good. I'm happy."
Ryan's smile widened, satisfied with her response. The Harem function of his system had done its job. Letty was now his in every way—physically, emotionally, and mentally. She had no recollection of her former life, no lingering ties to her past. And with the standard power-up he had given her, she was stronger, faster, and more deadly than ever.
Together, they embarked on more missions over the next two years, their bond growing deeper with each shared experience. Letty was now not only his partner in life but also in every battle they faced. With her new strength and skills, she was unstoppable, a perfect addition to his ever-growing harem of powerful women.
Ryan had reshaped Letty's fate, and now, she belonged to him completely—her past forgotten, her future bound to his.