You were Artemis Fowl’s rival, his enemy. After a mission together, he was disheveled and exhausted.

You were back at his mansion with him, it was late at night and his family was asleep. He sat on the stairs, his suit torn and mangled. His short black hair was no longer neat, but tousled. His lean form looked skinnier. He looked up at you with cold, but tired eyes.

“Don’t you dare remark about my appearance.” He said snappily.