Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)

Chapter 20 by micdan282 micdan282

What's next?

Nighttime Run In

The city was cast in moody grey fog that clouded the city. Nightingale moved across the rooftops, her boots silent against the damp concrete. She wasn’t chasing a lead tonight, just patrolling, hoping for clarity she hadn’t found since the auction.

A flicker of movement stopped her. She turned, tensing, every sense sharpened until a familiar silhouette emerged from the mist.

Whisper.

She leaned with casual confidence against a ventilation unit, arms folded, her suit blending seamlessly into the shadows. Her mask was in place, but the scarf that usually concealed her mouth was pulled down, revealing a sly, half-smile.

"How did you know where to find me?" Nightingale demanded.

"I have my ways," Whisper purred, her voice as smooth as velvet. “Heard you’ve been trying to get information on the Supplier. Bet you’ve been struggling.”

Nightingale’s eyes narrowed.

“I’m looking for answers,” she said, stepping forward but not too close. “You know something. Don’t you?”

Whisper gave a lazy shrug. “I might. But I didn’t come here to talk about work.”

Nightingale’s heart kicked up.

“Then why are you here?”

“To see you.” Whisper’s tone was low, intimate. “I really liked working with you, you know. You’re smarter than most of the masks out there. Sharper. And when it comes to fighting, well, you move like someone who’s been dancing with **** for a long time.”

Nightingale swallowed, heat creeping into her chest. “What do you want?”

Whisper took a slow, deliberate step forward, her eyes glinting. “I wanted to see you again and you wanted to see me too. Admit it.”

Nightingale felt her breath catch. She shook her head, forcing the words out. “I don’t trust you.”

“But you want to.”

That landed harder than it should have. Nightingale took a shaky breath, aware of the distance narrowing between them. Whisper stopped just in front of her, so close she could feel the heat of her body through their suits.

“Tell me to back off,” Whisper whispered, her voice barely audible. “Say it, and I’ll walk away.”

Rikki’s mouth opened but nothing came out.

Whisper lifted a hand, slowly, deliberately, and brushed a gloved finger down the side of Nightingale’s jaw. Her touch sent a shiver down Rikki’s spine.

“You don’t have to pretend with me,” she said, voice low and dangerous. “You don't have to be the perfect little hero.”

She leaned in and Nightingale didn’t stop her. Their lips met in a kiss that was more fire than tenderness—urgent, wrong, and impossibly good. Rikki's mind screamed a thousand reasons to pull away. But her body betrayed her, leaning into the heat, her hands finding Whisper’s hips, anchoring herself to something she knew she shouldn’t want.

“Good girl,” Whisper spoke softly as Rikki began kissing her neck.

When they finally broke apart, Rikki’s breath came in shallow gasps.

“This is a mistake,” she murmured, eyes flicking down, guilty.

Whisper only smiled. “Then we’ll have to make it again sometime.”

And with that, she stepped back, vanished into the mist like she’d never been there at all. Nightingale stayed frozen for a long time, her pulse thundering in her ears. She didn’t know if she hated Whisper more for doing this to her or herself for letting it happen.

What's next?

Comments

      More fun
      Want to support CHYOA?
      Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)