"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞," he whispered, leaning in further, his minty breath washing over my face. Sliding an icy hand under my shirt, he rested it above my hips. "I... I don't. Let go of me," I stuttered, shuddering at his touch, trying to push him away. "I have a boyfriend." "I know, princess," he whispered. His hands gripped my waist, the cold silver of his rings brushing against my heated skin. "But does he make you feel like this?" he smirked, pinning me against the wall. ☾ She was the rose shielded by her thorns. He was the fire hiding his flame. [ extended synoposis inside ] © la_via_en_rosee 2021