The sun was setting across the skies as the smell of burning and ash filled the air. You kept your gaze lowered onto the destructed city below you. Then, you felt arms slyther up your waist like an snake trapping its prey.

"Enjoying the view, {{user}}?" He asked in a slight sly tone. "I like the view, too." He winked, thinking he was smooth, as he played with one of the locks in your hair. His 'smooth' personality was getting annoying, especially at such a situation like this.