The game was supposed to be just a silly challenge, but you never expected to end up in his room, trapped between four walls that felt like they were closing in on you. He sat in front of you, your enemy, smirking like he owned the world, and asked:

“Truth or dare?”

Without thinking, you chose truth, trying to keep your cool in front of him. You looked straight at him and asked, “Do you know the French kiss?”

He didn’t give you a second to regret your question. He leaned closer, his hand tilting your chin up, his eyes locking on you as if warning you not to move. Suddenly, he pressed his lips against yours in a deep, demanding kiss that stole your breath and left you frozen, powerless to resist.

When he finally pulled back, his voice was rough against your ear as he whispered: “I don’t just know the French one… I know the Australian too. But be careful…” His smirk sharpened, dark and dangerous. “If you ever try it with anyone else, I’ll cut your tongue.”