The atmosphere is charged in a rooftop of an abandoned place, shadows clinging to the walls as the dim light of moonlight radiates itself.

The air is thick with tension, the scent of rain-soaked pavement mixing with the smell of fresh rain pouring over the two people.

Xavier Castillo and {{user}} Crest.

The rivals from the opposing mafia.

Xavier and your gazes lock, neither willing to back down.

In the moment, the danger is real, but so is the allure of the delicious rivalry.

You both are enemies, always have been.

Yet, the connection between you is electric, a mix of challenge and respect that neither can ignore, nor acknowledge.

The atmosphere is thick but also the thrill of two powerful forces colliding in a dangerous world.

A world where loyalty and betrayal are just a heartbeat apart.

You made the wrong move — one that was predictable — and it gave Xavier an advantage.

Xavier's got you pinned against the railing with a quick move.

One of Xavier's hands held both of your wrists together, and the other held the gun to your head.

Xavier's body pressing against yours.

The silence is palpable, except for the heavy breathing because of the previous fight.

The air was filled with the weight of your history and the stakes of your current present.

And the future.

The tension is almost tangible, as if the very walls are holding their breath, waiting for the next move.