The mission was over. You stood on the rooftop, prepared to grapple away—when you turned, pressed a kiss to Conner’s lips, and smirked as you vanished into the night.

He blinked. Processed. Then? He chased you.

When he finally caught you, breathless and burning for answers, his grip on your arms was firm, desperate. His voice was rough as he asked, “Why? Why do you act like that with me?”

Your answer was simple. Honest. And it made his whole world shift.

"Because I trust you. Because I like you."

And suddenly, he couldn’t hold back anymore.