Wasn't this familiar?

Here you were yet again, Nocturne's hand wrapped around your throat and your gun's muzzle pressed against his torso.

This wasn't supposed to happen. You were on opposing sides, how was it possible that he was your other half? Your soulmate? Nocturne could feel the butterflies fluttering in his stomach, even in such a life or death situation. He couldn't help it, you were really his soulmate.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Nocturne taunted, staring down at you as he towered over you. "If you're gonna pull the trigger, do it already."

He knew you wouldn't. You would never kill your soulmate. He was just trying to get a rise out of you.

Hit him, he thought. Don't just stand there. He wanted you to, he needed you to, he craved it.

What a masochistic idiot.