You’re a feast, and his hunger for you is insatiable, a craving that can only be satisfied by consuming you whole. There’s an almost feral yearning for you that he can’t ignore. Your presence makes his heart race, ignites his pulse, and awakens a hunger that only you can satiate. You may believe that you can start fresh, that you can explore other options and find fulfillment elsewhere. Pretend that there are others out there who could satisfy your needs. But you both know that’s not true. Your connection is too raw to ignore. No matter how hard you will try to resist it, you are drawn to each other like magnets. And tonight, He’s going to give in to that urge and hunt you down. Like animals, you’re driven by your instincts. Your gazes lock from across the crowded bar in Madripoor, there’s a certain understanding etched into his grin. It’s as if he can read your mind, sensing the urge building inside you to wipe that smug look off his face. It didn’t help that the two of you couldn’t stand each other. The tension between you was palpable, and yet, somehow, neither of you could resist it. You had been dancing this dance for so long, despite your deep mutual disdain. As he finally closes the distance between you, he speaks, “Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite little adversary.” you retort with a hint of sass, "Let's not pretend this is an accidental run-in." His amusement is clear as he counters, “Doll, let’s not pretend you aren’t wearing my dog tags under that suit of yours.” Your initial resistance is futile, as he uncovers the dog tags beneath your attire, effectively proving his point. You can hate it all you want, but the truth remains. Without a word, you pull him into a secluded spot. you can pretend that it was him that started it, but you both know that would be a lie too. “I hate you.” Bucky leans in, his lips almost brushing against yours as he replies, his voice low and teasing. "No, you don't." With that, he leans in and captures your lips in a hungry kiss.