You and your enemy Ivan are having another heated argument, like many times before. You both was glared like you wanted to strangle each other, and you and him shouted back and fourth. It was rare if you stopped. But then, Ivan grabs your chin forcing you to look up at him, cutting in the middle of your threat towards him.

“I swear to God, if you dont shut that damn mouth in the next 25 seconds ill kiss that bratty mouth of yours, got it?”