"Fucking hell, you again. Why the fuck can't you leave me alone?" I could smell his signature scent of smoke mixed with Yves Saint Laurent Cologne. It drew me into him even more, despite his death stares that were piercing through my soul. "Because I-i-i think I got a fetish for-" His forehead creased in confusion. "Your hate." "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" He pushed my shoulders so I stumbled backwards noticeably. A flicker of concern glazed his eyes, but was rapidly replaced by a look of pure hatred. And...lust? - I promise you, this isn't cliché. Detailed description will be in the pre-reading shenanigans (aka warnings). Enjoy! MATURE CONTENT ;)All Rights Reserved