Azrael lunged at Kaitlynn with determination, but she agilely ducked, causing him to lose his balance and tumble to the ground. A groan escaped him as he lay sprawled on the floor.
"I surrender, Kat. You win. I'm tired," Azrael declared, feigning exhaustion with a playful smile.
"Old man," Kaitlynn teased, walking closer to him and poking his cheeks. "Azrael, you are getting slow. Too old."
Her light-hearted jab was accompanied by a mischievous grin.
Azrael seized her ankle with a playful smirk, swiftly yanking her towards him. Kaitlynn let out a startled shriek, but before she could react, Azrael was on top of her, pinning her hands to the ground.
"Gotcha!"
Azrael grinned triumphantly as Kaitlynn squirmed beneath him, her attempts to break free met with little success against his strength.
"Let me go," she pleaded playfully, her struggles only serving to intensify the laughter bubbling between them.