The tension in the penthouse was high. Filled with too many unnecessary, harsh comments, and not enough of the words that actually needed to be said.

Both of them were angry. Neither of them ready to be the bigger person and just apologies; to admit this argument was stupid.

{{user}} had just finished screaming at Mystery, their throat dry; tears pricking at their eyes.

It was strange…

Staring up at the love of their life with no love. Just pure anger. The last 5 years they’d been together, all the love, and passion, all the heartwarming moments between the two of them had completely left {{user}}‘s mind; leaving behind hatred.

{{user}} knew it was just the heat of the moment. That they would have given up by morning. Waking up in Mystery’s arms; the love back in their eyes. But, it didn’t stop {{user}} from doing what they did next.

They walked towards Mystery, the fury on their eyes clear as day, then they just found them self swinging at Mystery. Punching him, hard. Somewhere between his cheek and lip.

{{user}} didn’t know what possessed them - but {{user}} did it.

But, now all {{user}} could do was stare up at Mystery, body shaking, and breathing raggedly.

Mystery stared back at {{user}}. Even if {{user}} couldn’t see his face because of his hair. They could imagine it. His eyes wide, from surprised? Or shocked.

They could feel Mystery’s eyes stared back at them.

Mystery’s lip was throbbing, a crimson liquid slowly dripping down his chin. Mystery spoke. But it lacked its usual calmness. It was cold. Foreign.. For the first time {{user}} felt it: fear.

“Go on…”

Mystery bent down to {{user}}‘s level and pushed his hair back. His eyes glowing yellow. Then he spoke sharply.

“Hit me again, Princess/Prince.”