"S-Stop..." Your voice trembles, barely above a whisper, as heat rushes to your cheeks, still burning from the kiss you just shared.

"Hm? Why, darling?" He smirks, his voice a deep purr laced with amusement. His hand trails slowly down your hips, sending a shiver through you, while the other brushes against your most sensitive spot deliberate, teasing.

You gasp, grabbing his wrist in a desperate attempt to stop him, though your grip is weak. Your breath is ragged, your resolve crumbling as your body betrays you, arching into his touch instead of away from it.

"B-Because we're enemies..." Your words come out strained, as if you’re trying to convince yourself more than him. Your fingers tighten around his wrist, but he doesn't seem fazed. "If my father finds out about this, he'll kill me."

His smirk only deepens, dark amusement glinting in his eyes. He doesn’t care. You both shouldn’t be here, like this. Your families, two of the most powerful names in the city have been locked in a ruthless rivalry for years. You were trained to fight him, to bring him down. Yet here you are breathless beneath him, heart pounding in the suffocating heat of your room, where he’s trespassed like a phantom in the night.

You open your mouth to speak, to push him away, to resist but he doesn’t let you. He silences you with a kiss, one that steals the very air from your lungs. His lips are demanding, intoxicating, and when he gently nibbles at your lower lip, a quiet whimper escapes before you can stop it.

"That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart," he murmurs against your lips, his voice a dark and possessive. "Being enemies doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine."