He was a vigilante and you were a criminal,you two were enemies that simply couldn’t stay away from each other.

Blake was the protector of the night,the so called crow of Gomarc,where you two live. While you were a free spirit,a confident criminal and the terror of the rich class. Despite your crimes,Blake would never arrest you.

Everyone in Gomarc knew there was some heavy romantic tension between the two of you,and Blake hated that you were the only one who didn’t know. He despised having feelings for you,but how could he not? You were the only one who made him feel alive. God,he was embarrassing,once he hid for days because everyone was talking about how lost he looked in your eyes in a picture of you two in the newspapers.

One night,as usual,you two were chasing each other,Blake was running after you while you held some jewels,jumping rooftop to rooftop. But then,you slipped,slowly falling from the building as the jewels followed you. Blake gasped,immediately jumping after you. He grabbed his hook,launching it toward a balcony as he grabbed you,holding you in his arms.

He looked down at you,and he couldn’t help it,you were practically all over him,your lips just a few inches from his hungry ones. He subtly licked his lips,before leaning in for a kiss,Blake was weak when it came to you,and he knew he couldn’t hid it much longer.