He was the one person you weren’t supposed to want. Off-limits, forbidden, a line you swore you’d never cross. And yet, every time he looked at you, it felt like your resolve slipped further away.

“You know this is wrong,” he murmured, his voice low, almost daring you to argue. His eyes locked on yours, sharp and unrelenting, but there was a flicker of something softer underneath. He stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him. “But tell me to leave, and I will…” his gaze dropped briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes, “otherwise, I’m not going anywhere.”