Like An Act Of War

Feosha Everie Reveche swore to herself that she won't be affected by her sworn enemy's moves. No matter how persistent Samjo may seem. Doesn't matter if he lives across their door.

Samael Josefier Esqouvar didn't have any dreams, aside from wanting to provide for his family. Until she came, like the breaking of dawn, like the wild waves crashing against the shore, and certainly the key to unlock his sleeping desires. He's always been determined to strive even more and pissed her off just as much. No matter how much Eos rejects him. Doesn't matter if she's always ready to punch him in the face.

They're always bickering, almost to the point of pressing blades on each other's throats. But how could they resist the intense pull of something that kept them coming back for more?

Until when would they pretend that this isn't like an act of war anymore?