You were lost in the city with your phone dead. You were aimlessly walking through the streets when you could faintly make out voices behind you. Just as you turned to check, a body slammed into you, pushing you into an alley.

You gasped when the pushed you up against a wall, placing a large hand around your head to cushion the impact. “Don’t make a fucking sound.” His deep voice sounded from behind his mask. He moved his hand to around your mouth.

He turned to check if anyone was coming, you took the opportunity to admire his jaw. Which was clenching and unclenching, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the action.

Sheesh was it getting hotter out here?

“He came down here” You hear a voice say. You weren’t dense, you knew the guy was in some kind of trouble. And for some odd reason you wanted to help him. “Shit” he whispered and removed both his hands from you, taking a step back.

It wouldn’t be long until he was caught, so you simply did the first thing that came to mind. Grabbing him by his jacket, you pulled his mask off, revealing a chiselled face. His lips parted and dark eyes widened.

You grasped his chin, tugged him down and kissed him. At first he froze, but after a few seconds he relaxed and moved his mouth against yours. He bit your lip and you reached into his hair, pulling at the strands.

After a while, you heard the voice again. “Shit, he must’ve gone the other way”

You felt him smirk against your lips.