Yasuo

Arms had rested slightly cross in front of him. Stationed at her door, the man's appearance alone might have intimidated more than a few passerby let alone any reporter or even super fan that thought about sneaking their way back to her dressing room. 

But it had been the subtle tone echoing from inside his jacket that had been none other than the woman within. Retrieving his phone, a charm had dangled on the end of it. A miniature version of none other than Popstar Ahri herself, a gift from his client. Head shaking slightly, he had read the text easily. 

Fingers coiled, claws raked the blade's hilt that thirsted for more. Screams had dulled, the last warrior cut down before him as so many others before. But something else stirred, something dark and strangely something that resonated deep. More than enough to cause a burning gaze to fall upon the rather at ease form near him. 

A rough exhale had his gaze dance across her, finally the other's words echoed in the back of his mind. "

You..." A step threatened him to draw closer not out of a need to lash out but his own rampant curiosity. Hardly quelled, muscles twitched beneath static armor. Energy contained, or rather limited to such a form had been painfully obvious to those able to view it. 

"I am darkness...chaos, night bringer." sudden, he'd buried his blade deep within the ground. But his form had since vanished in favor of nearly straddling her yet she had room to turn once more. Heat came from his form in a flood as he scrutinized her. 

The steady rain seemed to only increase in intensity. But as they sat and waited against the rain only a few onlookers kept a suspicious eye on them. One, a rather sweet, and young woman next to a man who might have wore his sins on his very being. Face scarred, his suit as well had nearly been reminiscent of typical gang fashion. Loose as it was, he'd kept his hands resting on his knees. 

Brief however, the soft weight against his shoulder might have been telling. She'd not voice her impatience, no. Nor would she say the rain would ruin her hair, not that she likely minded. But even then such discomforts had been something even he wouldn't allow let alone straying too long in the rain. 

"Come on then." Rising, he'd removed his jacket. The heavy material had been ideal even as he adjusted it. Knowing she wore her own, it still wouldn't keep her from the rain. 

A hypocrite so easily sundered, her words only enticed yet more desire to rip into the form of Order. How fragile it's choice, her appearance alone should have invoked a carnal response and it had. But so masked by agitation and desire for combat he'd failed to register it correctly. 

As her blade lifted, his returned. Sparks had flown, showering both's vision but it had been his free hand that sought an unprotected throat.

 "Flee, you say? Take this lesson," sudden, the angle should have been awkward but the tip of his blade penetrated her chest almost savagely. 

Grin flashing, he failed to stop there. Form tensing, he buried himself against her blade as well. Grip alternating, previously untarnished white hair had been gripped in a vice. His gaze burned against her own pained expression a laugh soon spilling forth. "I will never run from the likes of you! Hahaha!"