Your enemy is holding you at knife point.

He found out you've been spying on his family and him.

He crouched to your level, your noses barely touching as the blade rests over your throat.

It was almost impossible to escape.

Even if you tried, you wouldn't make it out alive.

You pulled him by the cheeks into a kiss.

His knife slipped from his hands as your lips touched his.

You grabbed your knife from your back pocket.

You stabbed his hip several times.

His head fell onto your shoulder as he winced in pain.

You stepped back as he collapsed on the wall behind him.

"Did you really have to kiss him?" A voice calls.

Turning around, you face Alessio as he progressed closer.

He was angry, his brows were furrowed and his lips downturned.

"It was that or I die." You roll your eyes as you meet him in the middle.

"Don't do it again." He grabs your arm.

He wipes your lips with his hand before he kissed you.