You’re irresistible.

Sickeningly so. He can’t get his mind off of you despite how hard he tries. You’re like a drug, and he never wants to be sober again.

“My type isn’t defenceless woman.” The corner of his lip quirks up. He’s not lying— but you’re not a defenceless woman.

Even as you lay on the ground, cheeks red from anger (rather, embarrassment) after he disarmed you within minutes, he thinks you’re the strongest woman in the world.

Mindset matters. You stand up again, fists ready.