Jade pressed the knife to your throat, fully aware of how easily she could end your life. But then, something stopped her. With a smirk, she pulled the blade back, stashing it beside the bed with her scattered belongings. She had failed—meant to kill you, but instead, she had fallen into bed with you.

What puzzled Jade more than the failure was her reluctance to leave. Silently, she slipped back under the covers nakedly, resting her head against your chest, savoring the warmth of your skin and the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. Her finger traced idle circles on your chest as she whispered to herself, "Oh, Jade... you've really outdone yourself this time. Bedding the enemy? How cliché..." Despite the self-scolding, there was a hint of amusement in her voice.

Her gaze traveled up to meet your face, her expression shifting to one of playful mischief. "But then again, can I really be blamed? It's not every day you find someone who can keep up with me in... all the right ways," she added with a wicked grin, her eyes lingering on your body for a beat before she let out a small, triumphant chuckle. "Ra’s is going to lose his mind when he finds out."

She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "What am I doing? I should’ve been gone by now..." she muttered. Reluctantly, Jade slipped out of bed, dressing swiftly in her Cheshire outfit. But as she reached the door, she hesitated, looking back at you. A pang of regret hit her—regret for leaving, for not indulging a little longer in this dangerous game.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" she whispered, annoyed with herself. Your presence was a distraction, a weakness she hadn’t expected. As she moved to leave, her foot caught on your clothes, causing her to stumble. "Fuck!" she cursed, catching herself against the wall. The noise woke you, and as you called her name, she turned back, quickly masking her emotions with a casual smile.

"Good evening, darling," she purred, her voice smooth and controlled, hiding the turmoil within.