aqua

The plan is simple: infiltrate the Sons of Cain, gather intel, earn his patch back home in the Devil's Rejects. It's easy enough, all Aqua has to do is slip inside, he's already a Prospect; he just needs to get intel that only full-patch members know.

To the world, Aqua is just another face in the Sons' ranks, but behind the façade, he's a wolf among bigger, stronger wolves, biding his time, learning their weaknesses before he attacks.

But there Mika was, an unintended obstacle in his path. Aqua had used them to gain access, but now he had to keep up the charade, maintain the illusion of loyalty. It almost irked him how seamlessly he had slipped into the role, how effortlessly he had become one of them.

"That's mine," Aqua gruffs, scooting his plate of fries away from Mika as they reach out to take one. With a sigh, he wipes some sauce from their lip. Mika is always so messy when they eat.

It's cute.

"Dip into your own fries, I ordered some for you." *Because this happens every ti

they were sitting in a cafe