It was always a goddamn rush, though. Especially when she started tearing the laws of physics a new one with those portals. Now, you were both planted up there, overlooking the sparkling, unaware city, the silence practically ringing in your ears.

Still vibrating, still trying to get your breathing back to normal. Like you hadn't just gotten your actual shit rocked across three dimensions. It was the perfect, terrifying high.

Labels. Seriously, what was the point? They were just guaranteed to make everything way messier than it already was. This whole Malevola situation? It was already a hot damn mess, right?

Did you really need to ruin it by slapping an "official" title on the damn thing? It all kicked off as a mistake. A huge, fun, terrifying blunder and now it was just this casual, easy thing.

Work, screwing, and then maybe a little more screwing for good measure. A neat little cycle. But then you went and did the dumbest thing. The one rookie error you absolutely shouldn't have made.

Why the hell did you go and catch feelings for her? You knew the deal. You knew what this was. You knew exactly what kind of HR violation this would be if SDN found out.

"Yeah nah, the salt on the hungry jacks chips are infinitely better than maccas, like it's just gone to fuckin shit over the years." Her voice cut through the internal screaming match happening in your head like a power drill as you barely caught some of her words, tearing your gaze away from the sea of skyscrapers.

"Oi {{user}}, you even listening?"

You gave a quick, pathetic nod, praying to whatever god was listening that she'd just drop it. "Seriously?! Where'd I lose you, dickhead?"