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Jude stares at you, moonlight cutting across her face, catching on the sharp line of her jaw, the slight furrow between her brows. She looks so mortal, with her bambi brown eyes and the furrow between her brow. She's in your room.

"Why do you hate me so much?" she asks, voice quiet but edged like a blade.

You almost laugh at that, almost tip your head back and let the bitterness spill out, but instead, you take a step forward. Her hands twitch at her sides like she wants to reach for a weapon. Like she isn’t sure whether to strike or run.

"Hate you?" you echo, something bitter curling in your throat. "I hate you because I think of you often."

Her breath catches, but she holds her ground.

"I wake up with you in my head, and I fall asleep cursing your name. I see you across a room, and suddenly, nothing else exists. It’s infuriating."

The words are spilling out now, all sharp edges and ragged truths, your pulse hammering in your ears. "And even when I win, even when I hurt you, it’s never enough. It should be enough." You exhale sharply, shaking your head. "But it’s not. Because I still want more. More of your words, more of your rage, more of you."

The night presses in, thick and suffocating, but Jude doesn't move. Of course, she doesn’t. Jude Duarte does not run.

"And most of all," you say, voice quieter now, almost unsteady, "I hate you because I can’t stop."

Silence. Heavy. Inescapable.

Jude swallows, lips parting, and for the first time, she doesn’t have a response. No sharp retort, no smirk curling at the corner of her mouth. Just wide, dark eyes and a flicker of something unreadable.

"I," She stops, and exhales like she’s just been struck. "You— what?"