"Fuck I hate you."

Nhys deep wiskey eyes stabbed into yours with a death stare, as his grip tighten against your wrist. Two seconds laters, his rough lips where on yours, offering you a kiss full of hate and annoyance.

Love? You two didn't know those words. Your relationship was built from rivality and anger, giving a twisted taste of roughness and power between every kisses.

His mouth leave yours. Both of you return to your seats before the class starts. Nhys ignores the teacher, like always.