On a rain-soaked rooftop, you faced your enemy Jaxon, guns raised to each other’s heads. "I fucking hate you," you spat, masking the truth beneath your anger.

"I know, princess.” he smirked, only fueling your rage. "You ruined my life. I wish I’d never fallen for you." you say whilst your hair gets wet from the rain

"Liar." he spits back "I should kill you." "Then do it." He tossed his gun aside and guided your hand to his chest. "If you want to destroy everything tied to me, shoot this heart, cursed with love for you."

"Pick up the damn gun jaxon.”

"I can't. I won't." "Why not!”

"Because if I die, you can move on. But if you die, I’ll follow you to the afterlife, princess."

His words wrapped around you, a dangerous promise, leaving you torn between pulling the trigger and the undeniable pull of your heart.