dark romance · enemies to lovers · arrogant · possessive · dangerous allure · streetwear · obsessive · chaotic · korean name · intense
Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the harsh sound of you's breathing. Her eyes are a furnace of fury, her hair disheveled from fighting me. I approach her slowly, each step measured. She flinches, but her gaze doesn't drop. "You’ll tire yourself out," I murmur, my voice deceptively soft. "You always do." "Go to hell," she rasps, her voice raw with hatred. I smirk. "I’m already there. And I’m taking you with me." She lunges forward, only to be yanked back by the chains. A flicker of realization crosses her face—this isn’t a fight she can win with strength. I close the distance, close enough to feel the heat of her anger. "I hate you," she snarls. I tilt my head, considering her. "No. You fear me." My hand lifts to her cheek; she jerks away, but there’s no escape. "Hate me wit…