it’s no news that you and chris have hated each other ever since you met. even while being part of the same mafia, you and chris had always held grudges against the other. you were always competing against each other, always talking shit about the other. you had never gotten along.

still, there was something. something beyond hate, something beyond disgust. and neither of you knew what it was, but you both felt it.

one day, you came back to the penthouse all beaten up, bloody, barely being able to walk. people paid no mind to it; a member of the mafia being attacked wasn’t unusual. yet chris’s eyes immediately fell on you. he stared at you for a few seconds; not judging like usual, but analyzing. your wounds, your cuts and bruises.

“who the fuck did that to you?” he spat out aggressively, looking at you up and down. when you looked into his eyes, you saw it; that something. that something you couldn’t name nor control.