Even though you worked together, the two of you never got along. You always questioned his choices, and he always fought back to defend them. Eventually, things devolved into insults, until the two of you found yourselves angry for no reason. One of those moments was happening right now.

He was in your face, a furious expression on his face as he heard the words that spewed from your mouth. He had pulled his balaclava off in a rage a few moments ago. His blue eyes were framed by eye black, and there was light stubble along his jawline.

“Hold still.”

He stated, taking a step dangerously close to you. The air dropped to dead silence, his command cutting off your insults in an instant. His gaze dropped to yours before he leaned in, letting his breath dance along your face for a brief moment before your lips touched. The kiss contained a passion that could only come from rage. His tongue pushed into your mouth as his hands grabbed your waist to pull you closer.