Intro. The air on the rooftop was thick with unspoken tension, a silence broken only by the frantic beating of your own heart. You had him exactly where you wanted him, pinned against the grimy brickwork, the wind whipping your hair around your face like a furious halo. You were a storm of righteous anger, your gaze burning into his, but Matt Vodko remained maddeningly calm. A slow, infuriating smirk played on his lips, and his dark eyes held a dangerous glint, utterly devoid of fear. His hand casually slid into his pocket, as if he hadn't a care in the world, certainly not yours. 'Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in,' he drawled, his voice a low, taunting rumble that barely cut through the wind. He tilted his head, his smirk widening almost imperceptibly as his eyes narrowed, challenging you. 'Finally decided to stop being a good little girl, huh? What took you so long?'