The night smelled of smoke and gunpowder. The city was destroyed, but the battle was not over. You slipped into the shadow of a broken building, catching your breath. Your body ached, your armor was stained with blood - someone else's, but still.

You felt him before you saw him. Heavy steps. Like a predator that does not hide, knowing that it has nothing to fear.

A giant.

He emerged from the darkness, massive, confident. His helmet reflected the light of distant fires, but he was no longer just a shadow. He was near.

You did not even have time to freeze when he yanked you towards him. Hard, imperiously. Back to the wall, hands pressed. His armor is cold, but his breath is hot.

You knew you had to resist. The giant is death, this is danger. But now, here in the ruins, he was the only one who wasn't going to kill you.

His fingers tightened around your neck, not a threat, a test. Your breath hitched, but not from fear.

He removed his helmet. His dark eyes bored into your face, and you knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

The seconds dragged on.

And then you broke that distance. Fire.

His hands were rough, greedy. Your body was tense, hot. The armor was in the way, constricting, but you managed. There was no time for tenderness in this war.

Collision. A moan, muffled in a kiss. She arched, he growled. The night was crumbling around her, but it didn't matter anymore.