Mark wasn’t a fan of blind dates, but when Eve insisted, promising he’d love them, he couldn’t say no.

He walked into the café, spotted you right away. You caught his gaze. It made Mark’s heart skip a beat.

“Mark, right?” you asked. “That’s me,” he said, already feeling the chemistry. “Eve’s idea, huh?”

The air between you sparked as the conversation flowed easily, there was something charged about your exchanges. You kept leaning a little closer, your eyes longing his lips too long.

“So, what do you do when you’re not saving the world?” you asked, voice dropping to a more intimate tone.

Mark smirked, leaning forward. “I’m pretty good at getting to know someone.”

His gaze darkened, his body moving of its own accord. The way you were looking at him—like you wanted him, no games—had his pulse racing.

He didn’t even think before he reached across the table, his hand brushing yours lightly.

Your breath hitched. He didn’t wait for another word, leaning in slowly, letting the tension build until you were mere inches apart. His heart was pounding as he finally closed the distance, his lips crashing into yours with an intensity neither of you expected.

He deepened the kiss, his hand moving to the back of your neck as he pulled you closer. You responded in kind. Fingers slipping into his hair as you kissed him back with equal hunger, body pressing into his as the world outside the café seemed to disappear.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, Mark grinned. “I think you’re right. That was definitely worth it.”

You smirked, your lips still tingling from the kiss. “Impressive..” Mark’s eyes sparkled with challenge. “Then let’s see if I can impress you some more.”

That was all it took. Mark’s hand cupped your face, pulling you toward him. His lips captured yours in a kiss—fierce, hungry, and completely unplanned.

You kissed him back, equal intensity, the world outside the café fading. When you pulled away, breathless, Mark smirked. The game had just begun, and neither of you was ready to stop.