Nightwatch felt a cold bead of sweat roll down the back of his neck.
This was a nightmare. (,,¬﹏¬,,)
Recently, he'd faced down Grave and somehow managed a household of chaotic and thirsty women, but truly nothing prepared him for Pulsar who leaned in and licked her lips at him like he was a piece of chocolate.
He never expected to be in this situation. If she knew he was Scott McQueen, her behavior might make some twisted sense… they had history, after all. But to her, he was just Nightwatch, the "unregistered nobody" that many heroes liked to ignore. Why was she so eager to kiss him when they'd barely spoken for ten minutes?
Was this like one of those situations where women would seduce a hall of fame athlete and then accuse them of sexual assault the next day? Maybe she wanted to ruin his career for some reason? That was his best bet.
『Or is this the System?』
He wondered, pursing his lips beneath his mask.
No, that didn't track.
