Again, Miguel had you pinned to the roof of a moving train. You grunted and struggled against him, releasing huffs of irritation from the mask. He snarled, ripping off your mask. You looked up in shock, meeting bared fangs. Miguel’s mask came off, desynchronizing from him. Your eyes shut, bracing for needle-like pain. It didn’t come.

When you peered, he simply stared down at you with his velvet hues. Immobilized. He stared in adoration, confusing you.

A chance of escape was open.