"Ignite the flames of a love that scorches the shadows, where passion burns fiercely in the embrace of forbidden desires. In the shadows of crime, she sought refuge, and he discovered a love more intense than the darkest secrets they both harbored."...
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"See yourself "
Sienna
His grip tightened in response to my feeble protests, his anger simmering beneath the surface as he growled out a command.
"Enough. Enough!" His voice reverberated through the surrounding jungle, a primal roar that seemed to shake the very ground beneath us.
I froze at the sheer force of his words, the weight of his anger pressing down on me.
Our bodies pressed together so tightly it felt like we might meld into one. As he spoke, his words were like barbs, each one piercing my skin with a painful truth I couldn't deny.
"What do you think of yourself, huh?" he demanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "Always running"
His breath was hot against my skin as he pressed closer, his words a relentless assault on my senses.
"You think you can just run away?" he continued, his tone laced with anger and frustration.
"What if you had fallen off that cliff?"
His words hit me like a physical blow, the weight of his accusation heavy in the air between us. And for the first time, I found my voice.
"What if I had?" I snapped, my own anger rising to meet his. "Would it have made a difference to you?"
As I struggled against his grip, Taehyung's words cut through the air like a knife, each one more biting than the last.
"Sienna, we're not talking about me," he insisted, his voice dripping with frustration. "What's your problem? You make my life so much more difficult."
I stared at him blankly, trying to process his words, but he continued, relentless in his interrogation.
"We just have to manage six months without killing each other, is that so tough for you?" he pressed, ignoring my attempts to speak.
Frustration bubbling up inside me, I finally managed to break free from his grasp, but he refused to let me speak. "Tell me, is it tough?" he demanded, his tone harsh and unforgiving.
"I don't want to go back to him," I protested, my voice trembling with anger and fear. But Taehyung brushed off my words as if they were inconsequential.
"Why are you behaving this way?" he pressed, his eyes searching mine for answers. But I had had enough.
"You don't know anything about me," I shot back, my voice laced with bitterness. "My dad is a devil. And after you hand me over to him, he'll just hand me over for marriage."
His reaction was almost comical, his face paling at my words as I scoffed at his surprise.
I couldn't help but notice the glistening rain on his neck, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within him.
