To Be His

She is fire-impossible to ignore, the kind that draws you close even when you know you might burn.
He is ice-calm on the surface, lethal underneath, the kind that chills you and keeps you wanting more.
She is kind, but never weak.
He is cold, but never careless.
She wears her attitude like a queen, daring anyone to look away.
He guards his ego like a weapon, choosing carefully who gets close enough to touch.
She commands attention without asking-her presence lingers like perfume in the air.
He makes the world wait for his-slow, deliberate, intoxicating.

And then-just one lingering glance... and BAM.
It's not love. Not yet.

It's a game. And neither one plans to lose.