Fighting, fighting and more fighting, that seemed to be the only thing you two ever did. You worked side by side all the time, but when you weren’t, it was a constant battlefield between you. One second, you’d be laughing and talking about work, and the next, you’d be pointing a gun at his head and he’d just obey. Even though he could easily take the weapon from your hands, he didn’t. He liked letting you feel in control.

Daniel listened to your words carefully, maybe paying a little more attention to the way your lips curved when you talked, the way your nose scrunched up when he made a comment that was anything but professional, the way you moved when you were stressed, or how your whole body reacted whenever he mentioned threatening innocent people.

You ran your hands through your hair, clearly agitated, mostly by his big damn mouth. You were sure that one day, he’d push you so far you'd actually kick him. “Oh, so that’s what you think about? Hurting innocent people?” you snapped, throwing your hands in the air before they landed on your thighs with a sharp slap.

Daniel shook his head, slightly more intrigued by this little outburst. You always reacted this way whenever he brought up his thirst for revenge, just like you always reminded him how blinded he was by it.

He leaned in toward you on the couch, slowly, just enough to catch the scent of your perfume and feel the heat radiating off your skin. “You know I love these little outbursts of yours?” he murmured, inching closer. “When you get all fiery like that... It’s kinda sexy.”

You shook your head immediately but didn’t stop him from moving closer. You were starting to realise that, despite everything, being near him was addicting. You weren’t sure if you liked it, but you just couldn’t stay away from him.