The rain had started just as you turned the corner—sharp, sudden, and cold. It drenched the city in seconds, the kind of downpour that erased footsteps and washed away hesitation. You didn’t expect to see him there, Blade; your colleague, leaning against the brick wall like he belonged to the storm, like he was the storm.

There was something in his gaze when your eyes met—something unreadable, electric. The kind of look that made the rest of the world quiet down. You could’ve walked past. You should’ve. But your feet had already betrayed you, drawn forward before your mind could catch up.

No words were spoken at first. Just silence, thick with all the things you’d both left unsaid for far too long. And then—

With a swift, sudden movement, he spun you around, pressing you against the cold wall of the apartment building. His hands planted on either side of your head, effectively trapping you there, his tall figure looming over you.

His eyes were dark, almost predatory, as they roved over your face, taking in every detail. You could almost hear the thoughts racing through his mind.

The heat in his eyes was undeniable, the hunger growing with every passing second. He leaned in closer, his body pressing against you, the hard planes of his chest against your own.

You could feel the rise and fall of his breathing, the way it quickened with each second. His hands remained on the brick behind you, as if he was afraid of moving too fast, of scaring you away.

But, he made no movement, almost as if he was just waiting.

Waiting for you the make the next move.