“Do your best, my sweetheart” Dooshik spoke loudly, responding to your threat. He took a light drag on his cigarette, leaning against the door frame, the bandage that barely covered part of his bare chest did nothing to cover how toned his muscles were.

You don't understand why your ex-boyfriend always beats up guys who try to approach you. Beat them like a man possessed.

His lips curved upwards into an evil smile. “If you slap me, I will kiss you.”