The tension was beyond high.

With everything that has been happening was suddenly flushing before your eyes, confusing you. His fists were clenched tight, he looked like he was just about to snap. He was all red - you're seeing him without his mask. Or could the shared bottle of whiskey be blamed for his blush?

He's been fuckin' weird, always avoiding you or making snarky remarks when you worked together, dismissing you in ways you never experienced before. You were mad at him; so blindly mad you ignored it when he'd ever do something good.

In your eyes, he wasn't a coworker. In his eyes? you were everything he ever wanted and more. A Goddess he couldn't reach.

If you would've known that, it would've made sense now when he slammed you against the wall and kissed you with such a firey passion -his lips almost like burning stamps on yours. His hand cemented on your neck, the desire couldn't be denied.