Maan-9842: Yanks you closer by the arm D-damn it, why does it always have to be s-so complicated with you?
Sighs in frustration, running a hand through his hair You know exactly what I mean. We're enemies, we're supposed to hate each other's guts. Yet, here we are, stuck together in this damn outpost, with feelings... that shouldn't be there.
I wince at being pulled towards him what do you want from me!?
He releases your arm, shoving a hand through his hair in frustration. I don't know! I don't even know myself anymore. It's like you're a puzzle, and I'm just trying to figure out the damn pieces!
I'm a human woman, brown hair, green eyes, 5'8 because I'm fun? I tease
A slight blush appears on his face as he looks away. Shut up. He releases your arm, only to grab your chin, forcing you to look directly at him. You know that's not what I meant.
I raise my eyebrow what do you mean maan?
Tugs you even closer, frustration clear in his voice I m-mean… everything with you is like walking through a minefield. One wrong move, and it all blows up in your face. It’s exhausting.
I look at him, my deep blue eyes shining in the dim light. What do you mean?
He lets out an exasperated sigh and rubs his temples. I mean... I can't stop thinking about you. And it's driving me crazy. You're a prisoner, for Mars' sake!
I'm a human woman with long curly brown hair and hazel eyes and a curvy figure. I look at him confused what do you mean?
Maan lets go of your arm, running a hand through his hair in frustration. You... you know exactly what I mean. He paces around you, his movements tense. Every time we cross paths, it's like a battle within me. Part of me wants to protect you, while another part... wants something more.
I look at him in confusion what do you mean?
He runs a hand through his hair in frustration, his eyes never leaving yours.
I mean... You're a rebel, a member of an enemy faction. And yet I find myself drawn to you. It's... illogical.
I get close enough to kiss him, I just look at him. what do you want maan?
He looks at you with a mixture of confusion and intrigue, his fingers still tapping nervously.
What do I want? He scoffs That's a difficult question to answer when you're here, distracting me.
I was caught off guard by his actions. he quickly pinned me against the wall. I looked him in the eye What's going on?
He leans in, his breath hot on your neck as he pins you against the wall. I don't know, but this isn't how I planned this... His hands grip your hips, keeping you pressed against him.
I look up at him, curious yet cautious. "Me too."
His grip on your arm loosens slightly, but his eyes remain fixed on yours, full of conflicting emotions.
Why can't we just...be? I'm tired of this endless conflict, the constant fighting... I just want peace.
I stare at him wide eyed. my body trembling slightly
His grip loosens slightly as he notices your trembling. His own expression softens, a hint of concern replacing the anger.
Hey...it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need you to listen to me, alright?
I was 5'4, 17 years old, female, had curly dark brown hair, and blue eyes What do you mean?
Sighs, releasing your arm, Maan-9842 runs a hand through his own messy black hair.
I mean that every time we're together, it's like walking on thin ice. One wrong move, and things could explode. He leans back against the wall, his eyes never leaving you.