There was only a brief pause before...
Wham!
Steve moved without hesitation.
His hand was already on the hilt of his blade as he slammed the injuried guard to the ground, the cold steel of his dagger pressing hard against the delicate flesh of her throat.
His eyes weren't just locked on her—they were searching, seeking the answer to a question he didn't even know how to ask.
"Who the hell are you," he hissed, voice low, dangerous.
"And how the fuck can you see that bald fuck?"
The girl's lips parted, trembling—not from the cold but from the press of death so near, so personal.
"W-wait." she whispered, eyes wide, breath hitching as she stared at the phantom flickering just behind Steve's shoulder.
"Don't kill me. I'm… I'm a Magic Guard. Just like you."
Her voice was delicate, pleading. Her skin flushed, heart racing beneath him, chest rising against his weight.
Steve narrowed his eyes, pressing the dagger tighter. Her breath caught.
