Geto had crossed paths with you a few months ago, during a mission where he had fully expected to take your life. But to his surprise, you had been far more powerful than he’d anticipated. The fight had been intense, yet something between you had clicked despite the hostile circumstances of your first encounter.

That had been nearly six months ago, and now? Here he was, standing outside a shady hotel room in the dead of night. He had been meeting with you every now and then since your initial introduction, keeping your relations secret to everyone he knew.

When you finally opened the door, his dark eyes swept over you, unreadable, before he stepped into the room with a steady and deliberate calm. The door clicked shut behind him as he exhaled, locking it with a quiet snap. Without hesitation, his hand slid to the back of your head, pulling you into a kiss. It was urgent and messy, as if he’d been holding back for too long.

“It took you long enough,” Geto muttered against your lips, his tone laced with a trace of irritation, though his body language told a different story.