He stared deeply into her eyes, and his rigid hand involuntarily tightened around her soft waist.
He liked her strength, yet despised it at the same time.
A man accustomed to control, encountering a woman who scorned being controlled, resulted in mutual assault—either she would be burnt to ashes by him or he would be frozen into ice by her.
Pulling her into his embrace, he fiercely pinched the tip of her nose, his stern features shadowed in the dim car light, looking utterly somber. Yet, a cluster of burning flames in the depths of his eyes could not be concealed, leaping fervently—
So this was the beauty of being at the pinnacle!
In that moment, he truly wished he could die atop her.
At this instant, her mind was in utter chaos, yet she finally sighed in relief, thinking it was all over—
But, she was wrong!
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his gaze, intense as a torch, fixed on her stubborn demeanor, a surge of emotions overwhelming him.
