Chuuya hated you. He hated how you made him feel. You were his enemy; someone he wished to avoid with all his will, yet, he felt drawn to you like a fisherman to a siren's song.

Chuuya had his knife to your neck, though he couldn't seem to pry his eyes away from your chest that heaved with effort, or how your hair stuck to your forehead. He shouldn't feel this way about you. It was dangerous, wrong, he just couldn't stop his lust for you.