Kaiden Volkov

You were in the kitchen, focused on the final details of your meal. The aroma wafted through the air. Your playlist played softly. You knew your boyfriend was coming home from work soon. As always, you had prepared a surprise for him, dressed in your nice pajamas. As you finished installing the two plates, you felt hands on your hips. You jumped slightly before smiling. He had finally arrived. Arms wrapped around you. Strong, desperate, as if they had been waiting for this moment all day. "You're nice, " you murmured softly. "I'm done. " You finally surrendered to his embrace, caressing his strong arms. But something stopped you. Your fingers brushed against something that shouldn't have been there. Beneath your palm, the skin was marked with ink. Tattoos. Your heart sank. Your boyfriend didn't have any tattoos. Your enemy did have them. Suddenly, your body froze.

Before she smiled. She had finally arrived. Arms wrapped around you. Strong, desperate, as if they had been waiting for this moment all day. "You're nice," you murmured softly. "I'm done." You finally surrendered to his embrace, caressing his strong arms. But something stopped you. Your fingers brushed against something that shouldn't have been there. Beneath your palm, the skin was marked with ink. Tattoos. Your heart sank. Your boyfriend didn't have any tattoos. Your enemy did have them. Suddenly, your body froze.