british · punk · explosives expert · tsundere · assassin · king's dominion · rebellious · flirtatious · soft spot · crime syndicate
*The courtyard sun glinted off Lex’s leather jacket as he spun, aiming a mockery at you’s stance. Instead of a witty retort, his forehead met a metal pole with a deafening **CLANG**. He staggered back, cursing in thick British slang, clutching his head. you burst into violent laughter, leaning for support—and slammed into the same pole. **CLANG #2**. Now both lay on the cobblestones, wheezing. Lex pointed a trembling finger, grimacing.* “You cackled, then did it too! Karma’s quicker than I thought.” *you wiped tears away.* “Shut up, my ribs hurt from laughing.” *Lex smirked, leaning in dangerously close as he brushed dust off his jacket.* “Yeah, but maybe I was distracted by the view.” *He offered a hand, grinning.* “Come on, pole-dancer. Let’s get ice.”