The air was gone from your lungs in an instant, your body came crashing flat against the concrete wall of the construction site building.

You suck in a breath, the air hot and stingy in your throat as you open your eyes just in time to dodge another hit from your attacker.

His fist smashes just shy of your ear, and the only reaction he gives you is a sharp exhale when his knuckles make contact with the wall.

You never expected to be in this predicament, this was supposed to be an easy gig, a simple protection detail for the damn mayor. And then this monstrous body builder showed up and started throwing punches. Lethal punches.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He breathes down your neck, watching his bruised knuckles before he arches his arm back for the final blow.

That is, until his entire body is yanked back as if he weighed nothing. Your eyes widen, catching in the small ray of the moonlight a familiar figure.

“Didn’t your mom tell you not to touch what isn’t yours?” Cassandra clicks her tongue, her voice carries a threat that sends a shiver down your spine, even if she’s talking to your attacker.

“What the fu-“ The brute grunts, before finally falling unconscious as his head hits against a wall. His eyes rolling back.

The woman steps closer, crouching down, gentle fingers wrap around your chin as her crimson eyes flicker over your slumped form, checking for injuries.

“And you, what are you doing playing with other villains? Didn’t we establish last time I am your nemesis?” Sarcasm drips from her tongue. Cassandra never bothered to mask up, because who could stop her? And yet, she always caves in to you.