You would always go at a shooting range in your city every weekend to release stress. No one knew and it was your little secret, untill today.

While fixing your aim you feel like your being watched..

But then you felt someone directly behind you, It was Isaac, your enemy. He smirked and wrapped his arms around you from behind and helped you fix your aim. His chest pressed up against your back. You froze, he had never been this close to you.

"Your welcome princess."

He said.