Linda felt her vision fail her for a moment as she was knocked backward. She grit her teeth to distract herself from the pain pulsing from her wrists. This was it, wasn’t it? What would he do? This was his move, not hers. That was more than obvious. She squeezed her eyes shut as he spoke. To not have the upper hand for once was frightening.
“I don’t care. If I can’t take you down that way, then i’ll find another.”
She ceases the struggling she’d been doing up until that point. This was exhausting, not only physically, but emotionally. There had to be some way to end this and not cause any more damage. Suddenly the soft, yet unnecessary, rise and fall of his chest caught her attention. Her eyes moved to his lips for a moment. If she could make him let go out of shock she’d have enough room to run. If authorities could take down Heiwajima Shizuo, they could surely take down Dai. Everything was set to look like an assault if in the right light. Playing a victim wouldn’t be too hard. Without another second of hesitation, she craned her neck forward to catch his lips.

Azure-stained optics widened in shock as the distance between them was quickly closed. Of course, he hadn’t expected it at all, the bitter hatred burning in her gaze delivering only a message that his death would be the only thing pleasing to her. Dai hurriedly pulled away, loosening his grip for only a second before immediately collecting himself and grabbing her back with as much force as he could muster.
“As if I’d fall for that,” he growled. But something was different now. Her skin seemed softer against his palms, her appearance more delicate and beautiful than he’d ever thought it to be before. As if being pulled forward by a magnet, their faces drew closer at a slow pace, eyes locked on each other, unable to look away. Dai was out of breath, as was Linda, but with his lips softly brushing against hers, he felt himself growing weaker. In no time at all, one of the hands forcing her against the alley wall had found its way behind her head, fingers running through her hair as his eyes fell shut. The kiss started out as a gentle connection, deepening as seconds flew by until it had become something more closely resembling a battle between the two of them. In the pit of his gut, a flame was burning, growing stronger with every bit of contact, but it wasn’t enough. They weren’t close enough. He wanted to be closer.













