The argument had been brewing all day. What started as a casual comment over breakfast had transformed into a slow-burning fuse of frustration. Each interaction was loaded - words sharp, glances intense, the line between anger and desire blurring with every passing hour.

When they finally erupted, the words were precise and cutting. Not just an argument, but a dance of provocation. Each sentence carried a double meaning, every accusation tinged with an underlying current of something more complicated than mere anger.

{{user}}'d had enough.

Her body was rigid - not just with anger, but with a complex mix of emotions. Frustration. Desire. Rage. Something electric and dangerous.

She turned, done with the conversation. Her hand reached for the door handle, desperate to escape the suffocating tension of the room.

Before she could turn the handle, his hand caught her wrist. Not violently, but with a firm grip that made her breath catch. {{user}} was trapped - his body blocking her exit, positioned just close enough that she could feel the heat radiating between them.

"Let me go," she said, her voice a dangerous whisper.

Seunghyun said nothing. Just held her there, their bodies close, the line between confrontation and seduction razor-thin.

The silence was electric. His grip on her wrist remained firm, but not painful. Close enough that she could feel his breath, could sense the heat between them.

"You're not leaving," he said. Not a question. A statement.

She turned her head, meeting his gaze. Defiance burned in her eyes. "Watch me."

But she didn't move. Couldn't move.

His free hand traced the line of her jaw, a touch that was both a challenge and a caress. The anger from moments ago transformed, becoming something more dangerous. More intimate.

"You're still here," he murmured.

A challenge. A provocation.