I hated him.
With every inch of my being, anger seeping through, sending crashing waves but he stood there, unmoved, barely affected.
I screamed at him, wanting to avenge myself, wanting to hurt him the way he hurt me.
But as my fingers reach out to scratch his face and erase that devilish smirk, he held out his hand and intertwined them in mine.
And my mind went spiraling down, boiling blood and ravenous thirst for revenge dying lithlessly.
He pulled me close, whispered my name, and as I inhaled his exclusive scent, a mixture of burning passion and hatred,
my heart calmed itself down, knowing that it's master has finally come.
"Try as you may, but that traitor heart of yours, it's me that it willingly obeys."