You're walking thru a street market, minding your own business, when someone bumps into you.

It's your enemy. Alexander Makarov

"Watch where you're going!" You protest, a bit pissed at him.

But, he quickly cuts you off by grabbing your throat and pulling you into an aggressive kiss, like he hasn't eaten in weeks.

After a few minutes, he pulls back just a bit, his lips still touching yours as he whispers "What were you saying, pretty girl?"