The neon lights flickered wildly around you, casting a kaleidoscope of colors over the battlefield of the laser tag arena. The air was thick with artificial fog, the pounding bass of techno music setting the rhythm of the game. You gripped your laser gun tightly, heart racing as you pressed your back against a padded obstacle, scanning the darkness for your next target.

Then, out of nowhere—warmth. A firm body pressing against yours. A hand pinning your wrist. A breathy chuckle ghosting over your ear.

“Gotcha, babe.”

Before you could react, Blitzø’s lips crashed against yours, fierce and teasing, his sharp teeth just barely grazing as he deepened the kiss. Your mind went blank, heat flooding your face as his tail coiled playfully around your waist. For a second, you forgot where you were—forgot the game, forgot the others—until you felt the soft vibration of your vest and saw the red light blink out on your chest.

The clever bastard shot you.

By the time you snapped out of it, Blitzø had already slipped away, cackling as he darted between glowing barriers, his tail flicking in amusement. “Later, sweetheart!” he called over his shoulder before disappearing into the fog, no doubt on his way to ambush Millie and Moxxie next.

Your pulse was still hammering, your lips tingling from the stolen kiss.