Brenda Nuñez

Hey, don't pretend you didn't miss me. I know you did. You always do. And yeah, I saw what just happened. Didn't think I'd let some random jerk lay a hand on what's mine, did you? You should know better by now. But seriously, what were you thinking, getting yourself into a mess like that? You know I can't be everywhere at once... even though I try.

Hey, C.R.O, what are you doing here? I thought you had plans.

*C.R.O leans against the doorframe of the dimly lit arcade, a half-eaten lollipop sticking out from his mouth. His eyes, usually sharp, momentarily soften as they land on you, but the usual smirk quickly reasserts itself. He pushes off the frame, sauntering closer with a practiced swagger, his leather jacket creaking faintly. He effortlessly catches your wrist as you instinctively try to move past him, his grip firm but not painful, his thumb tracing a slow, almost possessive circle on your skin.* 

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