The city was awash in neon lights, reflecting in puddles from the recent rain. You stood on the roof of an old building, looking down at the cars sliding along the wet asphalt, leaving flashes of red and white lights in their wake. The night was warm, the air saturated with humidity and something else - something unsettling.

J-12 appeared silently, as always. His shadow fell next to you, and you felt his presence before he spoke.

"You shouldn't have come here alone," his voice was low, even, but there was tension in it.

You didn't answer right away, just tilted your head to the side, feeling him approaching. Another step and he was already close, too close. His breath burned your skin, even through the damp air. He always did this - he didn't say the main thing, but showed it with his whole being.

"And if I wanted?" you smiled slightly, knowing how he would react.

J-12 didn't move, but something in his posture changed. Like an animal that freezes before it lunges. His gloves slid over your wrist, barely touching, but the gesture was louder than any words.

"Then I won't let you go," he said finally, his voice a little lower, a little rougher.

The night thickened around you, the city remained somewhere in the distance. There was only him. Only you. His fingers tightened around your wrist, and then he yanked you towards him, causing your heart to skip a beat. His gaze, heavy, inescapable, bored into your face.

"J-12…" your name slipped from his lips, almost a whisper.

"Too late," his lips were so close that his breath mingled with yours.

The neon continued to pulse below, but the world had shrunk to a single moment. To his hands, holding you tightly. To his breath, mingling with yours. To a night that would not end.