;R I T T E R

        “We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.”  ― Oscar Wilde

                                                         Ind. Sel. Hein from King of Fighters. 

A finely trimmed brow arched in response to the unanticipated kiss. Surely, she thought he’d take her palm in his gloved own. Nonetheless, it wasn’t an unpleasant surprise. The warmth of his lips upon her skin felt inviting, but not in a way she’d entertain. He fully epitomized the image of an urbane gentleman; a breed thought extinct in modern day. To say he was special was an understatement; his bearings and adroitness in combat were exceptional. Rain simply couldn’t afford to let this man slip from her unforgiving and possessive grasp. Web already spun; all that mattered was whether or not he’d be ensnared in it; unable to escape her frigid yet lulling hold.

Pain was a temporal thing; like everything else it’d eventually come to pass. Rain was confident that his physiological structure could endure the throbbing aches that’d course throughout it. She wondered how it’d be to wipe that gallant smile off his charming face; to see it contort in unremitting but pleasurable agony. To wholly disintegrate that composed and cultivated veneer; exposing him as an unsavory degenerate. There’s an inexplicable rapture in watching powerful men reduced to desperate pants and pathetic whimpers.

Her expression sweetened into a smile imitating coyness; her act not diminishing for a single second. Even as he withdrew, she softly batted her lashes, emanating faux gentleness. It’s farcical almost, how alike the pair was. In that similarity, she found entrancing enticement. Hayato Kanzaki proved to be a disappointment in her latest conquest, but for some reason, she had a feeling Hein would live up to her expectations if not exceed them. Part of her wanted to commence this dangerous mating game, but she had enough self-control to subdue that compulsion. Patience was a lesson she practiced diligently even if denying herself that ecstasy happened to be torturous. Irregardless, it enhanced her endurance and primed her ladylike comportment to a faultless point. With a pellucid mind, she was capable of concocting sinister schemes with utmost ease. Never one to favor recklessness, she exercised protracted tactics.

Were she unaccustomed to flattery, his compliment would’ve prompted a blush, but she smirked instead; basking in all its worth. “Your offer and praise of me does not go unnoticed. You have my gratitude, Hein.” There’s a playful ambience about her now, despite deliberately lowering her voice a few octaves. Sighing suggestively in a manner that misleadingly alluded to a submissive nature; she proceeded to speak once more. “With your assertive lead I can’t help but to obediently follow.” The role of a meek woman was not one she was keen of, but pretending to be was a diverting challenge. Orders were orders, she needed him alive. While she lacked compunction and intermittently butchered her quarry when lost in the spur of violence, she still possessed a degree of restraint. Who knows, with Hein, she might not have to hold back. Plasma energy spilling over until every last drop seeped out was highly gratifying a thought.

She internally plotted how to attack; opting not to for the time being. Attacks from the rear while advantageous in various circumstances felt underhanded. Not against those strategies on occasion, in this instance she yearned for a fair fight. It’d be no fun if she didn’t assail him directly from the front. Where they were headed remained unknown to her, but there was no ounce of fear in her person. She was geared to callously handle any assault he had possibly planned in retaliation. 

                               Tension between the two was enough to cut with a knife as the air remained thick with a mix of faux politeness and wicked intent. At this point, it was only a matter of who would make the first move at crushing the neck of their opponent. Various tactics ran through the butler’s mind between setting a gravity well-like trap beneath her feet to simply throwing the bag of baking supplies in her face and stabbing her through her torso with a rook-infusing hand. So many different ways he could finish her quickly but it was the wait that make him slightly shake. Not from fear but excitement. To bring down an obviously powerful woman like her to a shaking quivering mess at his mercy was indeed a joy but business was before pleasure. Hein still had to figure out what was it that she wanted. Was it Geese or something else he didn’t think of? Either way, the sadist butler planned to drag it out of her bloodied broken face. Shame it had to be this way as he did enjoy her expressions and dress though a bit lewd for his public persona.

Her platitudes didn’t fall on deaf ears as Hein did, on some level, enjoyed her obedience, even if it was clearly a farce to lower his own guard. To play her part in this dance between deadly fighters as he did was quite the show. “Not that I think you are not capable of leading yourself, Ms. Rain, but it is a force of habit to show the way to others that might be lost in Southtown. After all, even though my employer has been doing his best to clean up this cesspit of a city, a wrong turn could be dangerous for some.” Playing his part as the gentlemanly escort to her was taxing to say the least but his professional mask had to be maintained.

“Ah. Speaking of turns, the teahouse should be on other next right, we might have to past through an alley to cut through but I assure you that you will remain safe from any ruffians as long as your stay at my back.” It was a half-truth. Hein did say ruffians but nothing about his own hands. Calm steps made the turn in the wider than normal back alley, a perfect venue from prying eyes that he could truly begin this dance between them.

@schwereritter

      “Why are you here? I said I wanted space to think before the tournament.” it’s really hard to Terry relax before the fights, he needed to concentrate and feel all the energy to confront his new and old opponents, but why one of the members of Howard Connection want with him?

      “Did I forget something?”