“Tell me you hate me.” Your Enemy asked.

“I hate you.” You spoke

“I hate you.”

“I hate you.”

He kisses you harder

Your hands slid under his shirt and he took it off.

When you both pulled away You noticed a bunch of handwriting all over his chest.

“W-what is this?” You asked, Lazily dragging you finger across his chest.

“What does it look like?” He asked.

“My name.” You spoke.