Chapter 5. And call me Karl

Heisenberg turns to her the moment that they leave. “You were amazing in there, bravo.” He’s still glowing from Dimitrescu’s humiliation. His new room mate is less excited... Too busy thinking about what the giant lady might do to her as “thanks”.

Heisenberg places his hands on her cheeks, covering most of her face as he pulls her close. His lips meet hers, clashing together with a firm press. He kisses her once with a click and pulls away. Her heart beats faster than when she was chased by lycans and her stomach ties in knots. Now, as the scent of his skin waltzes in the air and the heat of his mouth fills hers, she knows why she chose to be with him, to take that risk.

“Hngh!” She whines.

“Ahh! A little forward I know but did you see the look on her—”

She cuts him off with another kiss, standing on her tip toes to reach him; to drink in the taste of his lips. They stand there in the snow, lips colliding with a flash of tongue for nearly half a minute before he snatches away.

He grins, stroking the hair out of her face with a hum. Then he yanks her chain and starts walking.

“I don’t understand you.” She follows, mimicking his steps to dredge through the snow.

“Good. If you knew my mind, I’d have time kill you.”

“Heh heh... what that a joke Heisenberg?”

“Ever a true word said in jest. And call me Karl.”

“Karl.” It isn’t a particularly stunning name but there’s a certain flare to it as a whole. Karl Heisenberg. No, Lord Karl Heisenberg. The Lord who just kissed her.