You barely remember what the two of you were arguing about anymore. It was just blind rage as words were thrown back and forth. Something was said and you raised your hand to hit him. His hand caught your wrist quickly, looking down at you with a blank stare. He backed you up and pressed you against the wall with his body.

His breath hot on your ear as he leaned in, whispering in a low tone that either held attraction or aggression, "wanna try that again, sweetheart?"