nightshrike
"There's always a first time." he warned her but his words fell on deaf ears. Her hand reached for the inside of his jacket. Oh, she knew him too well.
Too damn well, he thought.
Dagon's reply was straightforward. He lunged from the ledge landing right in front of her, his hand snapped quickly to snatch her wrist pulling it up and drawing both intimately close.
"You're not doing this, Lyra." he stared deep into the green of her eyes. "We can solve it ourselves."
Lyra Ozu