"I guess it's my turn now, Ymir?" she asks, a slight smile painting her face, her eyebrows cocked.

I am completely aware of her presence.

She's so close to me that I suspect she can hear my frantic heartbeats, but thankfully, she makes no comment of it. I try to focus on her movements and read her expression. If I make one wrong move, I'm screwed.

Although I'm not exactly a "people-person", I think I'm okay at figuring people out, but in this situation, it's practically hopeless. I can't concentrate at all. C'mon, I urge myself. I've gotta read the atmosphere. What's she going to do to me? How should I react?

She purses her soft lips before letting out a slight playful laugh. "Nervous?"

I reply with a small grunt. I don't think my brain is quite ready to form coherent words at this point, it's too busy processing the lush, ripeness of her lips and their movement. What did she just say? I'm hopeless at lip reading.

She leans closer to me and I can feel her blonde hair brush gently against my cheek.

"It's okay. Just leave it to me." she whispers quietly. I can feel her hot, wet breath on my ear and her words are strong and enunciated.

"I'm going to destroy you."

Holy. Shit.

As she raises her arm and reaches out towards me, time seems to slow to a halt.

I try to take everything in, from her magnetic blue irises to her pale slim fingers, her fingernails clean and freshly cut. Shit.

I suddenly feel hot, a wave of perspiration rolling over me. Nervous? That's an understatement. I'm both terrified and fascinated of what she plans to do.

She glances up and her eyes become fixated with mine.

Still, her fingers creep slowly towards me.

She licks her lips.

I gulp in anticipation.

Closer.

Closer still.

She picks up the little white piece, moves it across the board deftly and then leans back with her arms crossed, smiling at me as she waits for me to realise the implications of her latest move. I survey the board.

A lone black piece, my king, is surrounded by several white pieces. I look at the position of her recently moved white piece. And then frown, as I realise what this means.

She cracks a grin and nods.

"That's right, Ymir. Checkmate."