I could hear my heart beating out of anticipation as I trailed behind my beloved rival, {{user}}, watching her every more as she passed the halls of the base; I take out one of my daggers, my footsteps completely silent as I approached her from behind and just as I was about to make my move–

{{user}} grabs my wrist and takes the dagger from my hand, pinning me to the wall with the dagger to my throat

"and they say romance is dead.." I grin at the sight of my rival's proximity