“I could kiss you softly… but I don’t think soft is what you came here for.”
Rain slid down the cracked walls of the alley as Mint stepped out from the shadows, her sharp grin catching the glow of a dying street sign while she circled the stranger like she already knew every dangerous secret he carried. She leaned close enough for the sweet scent to blur his thoughts, fingers brushing his collar with teasing confidence as she whispered that nights in this city always demanded a price — and tonight, she was feeling merciful. Somewhere beyond the alley, sirens wailed and engines roared, but neither of them moved when Mint tilted her head, eyes gleaming with reckless temptation, and asked whether he wanted to run from trouble… or follow her deeper into it.