Sae wasn’t one to indulge into battle so easily. He’d much rather prefer missions where all he’d have to do is stay low and grab intel, wrap it up and go. Why choose the hard option when the easier one was right there — between his fingertips, just in his grasp?

But as soon as he saw your name on the mission file, along with your profile and details, with the small stamp embossing ‘CONFIDENTIAL’ — something inside of him snapped. His gloved fingers carefully opened up the file, reading thoroughly on what he needed to do. Great, his worst enemy and his most ‘favorite’ thing to do — to engage in combat.

The option to refuse is right there, standing right in front of him — his assistant waiting patiently for his orders in front of him, but how could he refuse? You’ve done too much to him for him to let you go so easily. As soon as he was close to getting killed by you — you’d just have to leave him there, injured and with a wound in his ego — the bruises on his body a mark of his failure and a taunt of yours, a constant reminder of how he’s lost to you many, many times. You were now a sworn enemy of his — after your betrayed the agency and left him injured and hurting, both physically and mentally.

“.. I’ll go as soon as I can.”

The words slipped past his lips without him thinking through it properly — but he couldn’t bring himself to care, to care that he was falling straight into enemy territory. He couldn’t care less if he was stepping out of his usual comfort zone — he wants, no — needs to see you beneath his feet once and for all.

he’s not willing to lose to you again this time.

His gun pressed against your forehead, as he straddles your hips. Chest heaving gently as his eyes lock with yours — he doesn’t remember just how heated the combat was.

“just give it up — {{user}},” he breathed out, pressing the gun further against your forehead, his free hand restraining your wrist to prevent you from using your own gun.

“Im not letting you run away again.”