Evie stiffened a little as she felt his hand on her cheek, gently brushing her tears away. She wasn't used to this. Not at all. "Is this okay?" Ezekiel asked, staring into her piercing green eyes. "This...is okay." She hesitated, before standing on tiptoe to reach. "But this...this is more okay." Pressing her lips against his, suddenly it all made sense. How they were meant to fit together. She lost herself in the kiss, allowing herself to be carried away by this boy as the rain poured down around them. It seemed like the perfect moment. One they'd been wanting for an eternity. Which is why the feeling of a cool metal blade came as a shock. --- Evangeline. Phantom. Huntress. Dangerous, cunning, calculated. A hot mess held together by pills and a black cloak, concealing all the broken parts she didn't want the world to see. Ezekiel. Hero. Powerful. Someone known to take the enemy out without hesitation. But they didn't see what happened behind his closed doors, the mourning that followed. No, that would be seen as weak. And any moment of weakness would get him killed. The two were caught in a game of cat and mouse, a lifelong journey. But as they continue fighting, they're starting to wonder who the real enemy is...