- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- Online Availability
- 8:00 AM - 4:00 PM
- Writing Levels
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Political intrigue, fantasy, futuristic, sci fi lite, superheroes, historical fiction, alternate universes. Smittings of romance, but only as side plot.
SETH BRANDER
This time, she had him thrown, and rightly so. It wasn't a story about losing herself to a boy in a library. It was deeper... it was real in a way that hurt, maybe. But it was also what he wanted. To break her down. To see beneath that hardened surface that there was more than just an angry, bitter, hate-filled woman, wronged by a world she made the mistake of trusting. That she could be better...
His eyes flickered over to her when she finished, and as she set the glass down, a brow lifted. He should've cut the night short. In truth, he knew that he couldn't bring her in - even if he was a match for her enhancements, he was too close to it. The truth was, he liked her. He liked her a little too much, and if he arrested her, he knew that that would need to end. There could be no bantering, no more flirting. He would be the cop, and that was all he could be.
With a small sigh, he looked her over, "Depends... You gonna try to kill me, or you think you can hold off?" Because whether she had been joking or not, she had potentially meant it, and he was a lot of things, but he wasn't stupid. She might've shown a little vulnerability, but he wasn't ready to trust her fully... not without some assurance that he wasn't gonna wind up at the bottom of the Hudson.
His eyes flickered over to her when she finished, and as she set the glass down, a brow lifted. He should've cut the night short. In truth, he knew that he couldn't bring her in - even if he was a match for her enhancements, he was too close to it. The truth was, he liked her. He liked her a little too much, and if he arrested her, he knew that that would need to end. There could be no bantering, no more flirting. He would be the cop, and that was all he could be.
With a small sigh, he looked her over, "Depends... You gonna try to kill me, or you think you can hold off?" Because whether she had been joking or not, she had potentially meant it, and he was a lot of things, but he wasn't stupid. She might've shown a little vulnerability, but he wasn't ready to trust her fully... not without some assurance that he wasn't gonna wind up at the bottom of the Hudson.