You and your enemy, Johnathan, had gotten into another heated argument.

Well if you were being honest, you were the one doing most of the yelling.

Why? Because he had the audacity to crash your date earlier that night, telling the guy across from you that he was your boyfriend. Which was obviously not true.

You didn’t understand why he did it. You kept asking him, again and again, demanding an explanation. But all Johnathan did was sit there in silence, his piercing gaze locked on you, giving you absolutely nothing.

“Johnathan, are you even listening? Or am I just talking to the wall?!” you shouted, frustration spilling over.

That’s when you saw it, a tiny smirk tugged at his lips as he casually pulled out his phone, ignoring you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Your blood boiled. That was it. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You stood up abruptly, storming toward the door. “I’m done. I don’t care anymore.”

But just as your hand touched the doorknob, two strong arms wrapped around your waist, yanking you back. A startled gasp left your lips as he pulled you flush against his chest.

“Johnathan—!”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he moved your hair to the side, his lips brushing your neck. You froze, your breath hitching at the unexpected touch.

“Let go of me,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He didn’t listen. His kisses trailed along your skin, slow but deliberate, and before you knew it, he was steering you back to the bed.

You stumbled, falling onto the mattress, and he followed lean, strong, and completely unyielding as he hovered over you. His mouth returned to your neck, each kiss stealing more of your resolve.

“Johnathan…” you breathed out, unable to stop the sound that slipped past your lips.

His smirk deepened as he whispered harshly, voice low and commanding.

“Sweetheart, you don’t leave until I say so.”

And then his lips crashed against yours, rough and hungry, leaving no room for escape.