She always knew there was something dangerous about him.
Not in the way he spoke, or even the way he moved—but in the way he made her feel. Like she was standing on the edge of something she couldn’t control… and didn’t want to.
“You should stay away from me,” he said quietly, his eyes locked onto hers.
She smiled faintly, stepping closer instead. “I tried.”
That was the truth. She had tried to forget him, to ignore the pull, the fire, the darkness that surrounded him. But every time, she found herself coming back.
Drawn in.
“You don’t know what you’re getting into,” he warned.
“Maybe I do,” she whispered. “Maybe I just don’t care.”
Something shifted in his expression—something deeper, more intense. Before she could think twice, he reached for her, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.
Her breath caught.
His touch was warm but firm, sending a rush through her that made her forget every reason she had to walk away. It wasn’t just attraction—it was something heavier, something addictive.
“Still want to leave?” he murmured.
She shook her head slowly.
That was all he needed.
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was deep and consuming, filled with tension and unspoken desire. It wasn’t gentle—it was powerful, like a storm she willingly stepped into.
Her hands held onto him, not to push him away, but to keep him close.
“I’m addicted to your dark love,” she breathed, her voice unsteady.
He rested his forehead against hers, his voice low and intense. “Then don’t fight it.”
And she didn’t.
Because some love isn’t meant to be safe…
It’s meant to pull you into the dark—and make you never want to escape. 🔥