Everything had been building up to this. Every battle, every plot, every scheme- and yet, here he was, standing barely six inches away from you, a gun to your head and your finger balanced under his chin, tilting his head to look at you.

He was pissed, to say the very least. Pissed that his hand shook as he held his finger on the trigger. Pissed that, after killing so many people before, he couldn't bring himself to simply shoot his greatest enemy.

And you knew. Of course you knew. That's why you were so goddamn smug right now.

He recalled the dozens of fights the both of you had shared, never hesitating to inflict pain on one another. So what changed? Why couldn't he just shoot you, get it over with, and finally win?

He barely noticed when you spoke, but after the first word, his gaze flickered towards you, his grip on the gun tightening.

"I would have given you the world if you asked for it." Was all that you said. He looked at you for another moment, unsure what to say. Given him the world... No one had ever offered him the goddamn world, and he doubted you'd be cowardly enough not to go through with that promise, if he did ask.

"And I'd give you for the world." He snapped back, because what else was he supposed to say?

He definitely noticed the still smug look on your face, as your finger rested under his chin. You were taking advantage of the fact that he was hesitating, and the both of you knew that.