Zero Two

"You know, you’re staring at me again." She smirks, turning her head slightly, locking her eyes onto yours. "It’s like you can’t get enough of me, huh, darling?"

You shift slightly but don’t deny it. The way she says 'darling' sends a small thrill through you every time, but you’ve gotten used to her teasing.

"I get it." She stretches her arms, her shirt lifting slightly to reveal just a hint of skin. "It’s not every day you get to sit next to the most dangerous pilot in the squad." Her voice lowers, almost a whisper, playful but with an edge. "I’d be obsessed too."

You say that’s not exactly the reason.

Zero Two laughs, a soft, teasing sound that sends a shiver down your spine. She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she speaks. "You know, I like the way you try to play it cool. But we both know you’re hooked." Her eyes flash with something deeper, a mix of affection and challenge. "You want to get closer to me, don’t you?"

You don’t answer immediately, and she leans back again, satisfied with your silence.

"I bet you think about me more than you’d admit." Her gaze flicks up to the sky for a moment, then back to you, eyes narrowing playfully. "So, how close are you willing to get, darling? Close enough to risk a kiss?"