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“So, who do I have to work with for this mission? Is it lil' Seele? A tad too aggressive for my liking, but she always gets the job done!”
Oleg clears his throat and looks away.
“I’m afraid Seele has business with that Silvermane guard.”
You tilt your head and glare at him. Why does your fearless leader look embarrassed? Maybe it’s because everyone can feel the romantic tension between lil Seele and that Silvermane guard. Anyone would feel like a third wheel and awkward if they had to deal with their old married couple like spats every so often.
Or maybe they already confessed?
Actually, knowing lil’ Selle probably not. And probably not for a while.
“So if not her? Natasha is always reliable! Or is it a collaboration with Hook? That lil’ gang of hers is great at gathering information-”
“Well, your partner is-”
Oleg’s statement is interrupted by someone loudly barging into his office.
“Friends, Sampo Koski is here, ready to-” yells a familiar irritating voice.
As though your body is on auto-pilot, you immediately turn around and punch Sampo Koski with all your might.
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“I’m not sure if I can trust you, Sampo. You’re always so desperate for “customers” and quick to turn them into ‘commodities’.”
You can’t trust this man. Your head is telling you to run away.
But your heart?
Your heart so badly wants to fall.
Sampo, like the suave and smooth salesman he is, puts his hands on your waist and pulls you in closer. There’s a twinkle in his eye. The same twinkle in his eye when the price is just right.
“Double-crossing? That’s a bit harsh. I prefer…hmm, what did you call it? Ah yes! The end of a partnership.”
You giggle with him and don’t move away from his touch. For as long as you remember, this city has always been stuck in eternal winter.
Yet when you’re with him.
You feel as though you’re stuck in an eternal spring,
You fiddle with the lapels of his jacket - avoiding his gaze. He doesn’t need to see you flustering and blushing like a fool. His head is already too big.
“I’ll consider your confession but on one condition.”
“I would do anything for you.”
He doesn’t bargain or haggle. Nor is he running away. You’re surprised by this. Could this mean he is serious?
“I-I do love you! B-But promise me you won’t ever abandon me! I’m so sick and tired of losing people, and you’re always so reckless and a little dumb-”
He gently tilts your head, treating you as though you are a fragile wounded dear — forcing you to meet his surprisingly pure and honest gaze. His thumb glides over your chapped lips. Your breath hitches, and your mind goes numb.
You always dreamed of this. Sometimes even daring to daydream when he was right next to you.
“I promise.” He says with unflinching clarity.
You can’t resist.
You let yourself fall.