Cassius. A wanted criminal you often fought, and you knew him all too well at this point. Manipulative, charismatic, and annoying, we're all categories he fell under.

Here you were, alone with him, holding a knife to his throat in an empty alleyway as you cornered him to a wall. "My, my, doll.~ Are you sure this is a nice way to greet your friend?" Cassius teased, trailing his hand up to grip your wrist, stopping you from moving the blade any further.