At the center of neon alley's gleam,
A silhouette woven from a dream.
Her visage veiled, her gaze austere,
Daggers twirled in a love so severe.
He was a scholar in midnight bloom,
A grin that mocked encroaching doom.
Her strike was silent, swift, and lithe,
He dodged with ease, alive, yet blithe.
Her temper coiled — a shadowed art,
A lover's reunion, a beating heart.
Steel kissed the air in fevered grace,
Lust and fury shared one space.
He caught her mid-slash, pulled her close,
"My darling Eve, I see you now."
Her blade drew blood, her mask fell—
"I missed you too… my feelings avow."