“I told you to leave me alone,” she hissed, gathering her skirts and turning her face on him.

He
chuckled, shaking his head once before pursuing her. “Why should I?” he asked, grabbing her
wrist and forcing her to turn around. His dark hair fell into his eyes, his dress jacket missing for
some reason unknown to her. He looked in her eyes, the dark brown turning black in the setting
of the sun. One final ray of sun hit his face, before sinking back down the mountains and
disappearing. The sight knocked the air out of her lungs, before she took a forceful breath and
ripped her arm out of his grip. “Because you are you, and I am me. You shouldn’t be here in the
first place,” she stepped towards him, her face a bare breath away from his. “And who am I?” he
asked, a small smile playing at his lips. She blinked once, trying to speak. She could smell his
breath; it smelt of wine and huge mistakes. “You are my opposition, my enemy… you are evil,
you are wrong,” she panted, struggling to breath. She took a shaky step back, trying to hide her
flustered expression with a well deserved frown. It wasn’t as if he was innocent, or caring, or
anything a good person should be. He was just handsome, and incredibly charming. “I’m not
denying it, my dear,” he ran a hand up her arm slowly. “But what if I didn’t care?” His voice was
quiet, and soft. She felt tremours run up her spine, and turned to leave. She had to get out of
there, and she would run if she had to. He grabbed her once again, spinning her towards him.
“What if I didn’t care?” he asked again, his voice barely above a whisper. She forced her eyes
away from his face, away from the sight of his gentle eyes and soft lips. She gave no response,
instead finally leaving. Her steps were hurried, her dress flowed silkily behind her. He stood and
watched her leave, chuckling in disbelief and shaking his head. He was everything that was
wrong with her country, yet as the princess adjusted her tiara, she found herself yearning to see
him again as she left him in her dust.
He twirled his glass softly, the whiskey in it swirling like a cyclone mirroring the one in his heart.
His eyes stayed put on the girl at the other end of the room, chatting and laughing with a man he
has never seen before. His jaw flexed, his teeth grinding hard enough to cut through steel while
his fingers tightened around the thick glass. He imagined it to be the man's neck, snapping into
little pieces with a little force. Unsurprisingly the glass in his hand shattered, spilling the alcohol
down his fingers and he sighed irritated at the thought of her with another man. He wasn't sure
what emotions he felt, what the boiling anger within him truly meant but he definitely knew he
didn't want her smiling at anyone else. Grabbing few tissues he rubbed the alcohol off his fingers
before glancing up to see the man now bent down, whispering something in her ears. His eyes
blazed, a shot of anger rushing through his body as he walked towards them. Before he could
register his actions he had the man on a chokehold against the wall, his face a few inches away
as he sneered. "Hands off!" "What are you doing?" She exclaimed grabbing onto his arm to pull
him away "let him go" His eyes shifted to her tiny body, softening considerably before blazing
once more when he realised she was trying to defend the man. "If you touch her one more time
you'd wish your mama never had you, am I clear?" With his face blue and his veins popping from
the lack of oxygen the poor man nodded his head violently, understanding the instructions clear
as the day. "Let him go!" She yelled out pulling his arm and almost hesitantly he let go of the
man, waving his hand for him to leave. With his tail tucked in his legs the man rushed away, not
glancing a second time at her. "What do you think you are doing? What is wrong with you!" She
screamed out horrified with what she had witnessed. As much as it thrilled her to realize his
jealousy for her, it didn't make her horror at his action any less. Sure she enjoyed seeing him so
riled up, so ready to stake his claim on her but it scared her to know he could hurt anyone in his
anger. She always knew he was the bad guy, the kind of man her mama always told her to stay
away from, the one she's only ever read as the villains in novels about. He was everything she
imagined a villain to be, the broken but crazy that would sent shivers of fear through your spine.
Yet despite it all she liked him. She liked how his eyes always searched for her in a room full of
hundreds, how his smile was only reserved for her, how she was the only one who truly saw the
real him. It pleased her to be the special one in his life. "What do you think you're doing?" He
asked back instead, surprising her as he walked towards her, like a Lion towards his prey "Who's
he? Why are you giggling and swaying at the sight of him?" "I..." Her throat ran dry as his
predatory eyes held her in a cage and she subconsciously backed away, her back pressing
against the wall "I wasn't..." "You weren't?" He scoffed stepping forward, covering the short
distance between them almost instantly until his face was an inch or two away from her own, the
heat of his breath fanning her lips as she stared at his dark eyes, swirling with buckets of
emotions but none staying long enough for her to decipher. "These lips" he grabbed her chin
between his index and thumb, tilting her head up enough to give him a better angle to look at her
"they aren't allowed to smile at anyone else but me. And these eyes, they better stay on me at all
times" "Why?" She croaked out heavily, emotions bubbling within her ready to burst out any
instances. She was conflicted between denying him and jumping up his bones. In the end all she
did was simply stay stumped, hoping he'd kiss her instead. "Why?" His perfect lips arched to the
right, a dangerous glint passing his eyes as he brought his head down. Almost in slow motion she
watched as his lips moved closer to her own, stopping a centimeter away from her own. She
could almost feel him, feel the plump lips that practically begged to be kissed. "You belong to me"
Despite his claim she had no time to think for an answer as his lips rained down on her, first like a
drizzle and then a storm. Like a kite in the midst of the destructive storm she swayed in his arms,
fingers grabbing onto him and body leaning into his heat. He will both be her destruction and her
salvation.