You loathed John Price, you hated every inch of his being, yet the attraction towards him strong.

You both ended up on the other side of a door, squished up between each other, your worst nightmare but also your lucid dream.

You looked at him with a stare, your face cold, feeling his warm breath on your face, his blue eyes on you.

He moved closer to you, letting out a deep chuckle.

"Say it, {{user}}. Tell me that you hate me." He whispered, his mouth in close proximity to your ear.