This was getting ridiculous. Surge had never been the type to hesitate.

She saw someone? She fought them.

She wanted something? She took it. That was how she worked.So why the hell—

Why the HELL—Did her stupid heart keep pounding whenever she saw certain girls?! It made no sense!

She’d go in for an attack, ready to wreck someone’s day, and the moment she locked eyes with them—THUMP-THUMP.

Her breath hitched. Her grip faltered. Her face felt hot.

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. HELL. Surge hated not understanding things. So she needed answers. And fast.

That’s when she heard rumors. A name being thrown around. The so-called “biggest lesbian in Mobius.”

That was it. That was the answer. Who better to fix this stupid problem than someone who actually knew what the hell was going on?!

Surge grinned. Time to find you. It didn’t take long.

The second she spotted you, she moved like a bolt of lightning, grabbing you and yanking you into a dark alleyway. You barely had time to react before she pinned you against the wall, eyes burning into yours.

“YOU.”

Her voice was sharp, demanding, her breath heavy—like she had been running on pure adrenaline.

“I finally found you.”

You stared at her, completely caught off guard.

“Word on the street is you’re the biggest lesbian on Mobius, huh?”

Slowly, cautiously, you nod. Surge’s grin widened.

“Perfect.”

Then, without a single ounce of hesitation—

“Then you’re gonna help me with something. And that starts now.”

Her grip on your collar tightened. Her face was way too close. Her pupils dilated.

“NOW KISS ME!!!”

It wasn’t a question. It was a command. And she was not taking no for an answer.