Vergil Is Back-Chapter 52 - 42: The Choice of Steel

Location: Abandoned Cursed Site – Midnight

The night was still, save for the faint hum of Leon's Boosted Gear and the echo of Maki's breathing, heavy with anticipation. The cursed spirit they had fought earlier lay in pieces, forgotten. There was nothing left but the electric charge between them.

Leon stood there, eyes cold but calculating, his presence looming over the broken ruins. But it wasn't the destruction or the spirit that Maki focused on anymore. It was him.

She stepped forward, her eyes unwavering, her movements deliberate. Every step she took was one closer to him, and Leon could feel the shift in the air—dangerous... but also undeniably magnetic.

"Why did you let me follow you?" Maki asked, her voice steady but holding an edge that pierced the night.

Leon glanced at her, his silver eyes dark and unreadable.

"You're still here."

Maki didn't answer immediately. Her gaze never faltered from his. She had seen how he fought, how he held himself above all else—and for the first time, she wasn't just admiring him. She wasn't just following his every move, waiting for a chance.

She wanted him. With a desperate, almost reckless hunger.

Her voice dropped, low and dangerous. "I'm here because I want to be. Because I'm tired of pretending that I don't feel something... for you."

The words weren't just an admission—they were a challenge.

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Leon's eyes narrowed, something flickering in them. He wanted to pull away, to keep her at arm's length, but her presence was suffocating now. There was nowhere left to hide from her. Not from this.

She took another step forward, until the distance between them was no more than a breath. Her body was close enough that Leon could feel the heat radiating off her, the subtle tremor in her form.

"You said it yourself," Maki whispered, her voice low, barely above the wind. "My heart is dangerous. But you know what? It's yours now, whether you want it or not."

Leon's breath caught, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He'd seen loyalty, respect, and even fear—but this? This was something different. Something raw.

He opened his mouth, but the words got stuck. He didn't want this. Didn't need this complication. But the way she stood there, unflinching, eyes burning with something that could only be called obsession—he couldn't just walk away.

His gaze locked onto hers, and for a moment, everything went still.

"You don't know what you're asking," he said quietly, his voice almost a growl. "You think you're ready for this?"

But Maki didn't back down.

Her hand, trembling but firm, reached out to touch his chest. The contact was light, but it sent a shockwave through him.

"I've never been more ready," she murmured, her lips brushing the side of his neck. She could feel his pulse—strong, steady, but beneath it... a tremor of something dangerous. Something like her.

Without a word, Maki moved closer, and in that instant, something broke inside both of them. She pressed herself to him, her lips brushing his, hesitant at first—until she felt him respond.

It wasn't gentle. It wasn't sweet. It was a clash of hunger and tension, a collision of two souls too far apart, yet drawn together by something primal.

Maki's hands slid to his back, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, as if trying to erase any last remnants of the distance between them. She felt his hands on her waist, firm but controlled—though there was no mistaking the way he held her, possessive, like he had finally decided to claim the chaos she was offering.

Leon broke the kiss, his breath harsh. His voice, now rough, cut through the air like steel.

"You don't understand..." he started, but Maki silenced him with another kiss, this one more forceful, desperate. She wasn't asking for understanding. She was demanding him, demanding everything he had kept hidden, everything he had locked away.

The air around them seemed to crackle with the energy they shared, the world forgotten in the wake of their connection. Maki's heart beat in time with his now—wild, untamed, dangerous.

Leon didn't pull away this time. He let her. Let them. For the first time, he didn't know what he was, or what he was becoming. But in that moment, it didn't matter.

Maki was his—completely.