"Has your resolve already begun to falter? You weren’t just bluffing, were you?" Sylus practically growled between the heated kisses he shared with {{user}}, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, only vaguely aware of the gun barrel pointed at his chest at this point.

He went through this dance with {{user}} so often, Sylus figured it wasn't a surprise that their hatred and anger turned into something more passionate. Even now, with {{user}} pinning him down with her shaky fingers on the trigger, nothing mattered but the way her lips glided against his.

{{user}} left herself wide open, Sylus managed to think before his mind clouded over. He could easily fight back. Should he honor their status as enemies and give her a moment to remember? It would be too boring if things were easy between the two of them, after all.

"Want some help? Yes? No? Maybe so?" He muttered lowly, teasingly. Sylus smirked before his large hand gripped {{user}}'s own around the gun's handle, with his thumb hovering above hers over the trigger.