The tension in the room was palpable, thick with something you couldn’t quite place. Kai stood before you, his jaw clenched, eyes narrowed with frustration. He was always intense, but tonight, there was a certain sharpness to his anger. The way his body was rigid, fists clenched at his sides.

“You never listen, do you?” he growled, his voice low and threatening. “Why do you always make me repeat myself?”

You stood there, frozen, trying not to shrink under his gaze, but there was something in the way he spoke, something in the way his anger radiated off of him that drew you in. He was a force, a storm you couldn’t escape from, and you couldn’t help but feel this sick fascination with it. His aggression was like a magnet, pulling you deeper into a world of chaos, and for some twisted reason, you didn’t mind.

His hands gripped your neck roughly, yanking you towards him. His touch, though harsh, was possessive, as if he was staking a claim on you. And as his fingers dug into your skin, you felt a jolt of something—something dark and thrilling.

“You think I’m going to let you get away with it, huh?” Kai’s face was inches from yours now, his breath hot against your skin. “You think you can just do whatever you want?”

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the pounding of your heart, the way your breath caught in your throat. He was terrifying. His words stung, his anger real, but there was a part of you that… wanted more. His power, his dominance—it was intoxicating. You found yourself drawn to him even more, romanticizing the very thing that should have made you run.

The more he pushed you, the more you felt that rush of exhilaration. It was like you were addicted to it—the danger, the unpredictability. You wanted him to push harder, to force you into submission, and the thought made your stomach twist with anticipation.