Stockholm Syndrome H.S (ON HOLD)

And just as I reach for the door that leads to my freedom I feel an arm around my waist spinning me around to face him. He forcefully pushes me against the door, stepping closer. I raise my arm attempting to slap him, but he catches my wrist.

"Babygirl" he sighs "I don't wanna hurt you" he steps closer, lips almost touching mine "But I will if I have to" he whispers lowly.

His warm body pressed against mine. I look into his eyes to find that they're already focused on mine. Those gorgeous, green eyes. Not just any green, the kind of green that the ocean becomes during a storm. The forest after it rains. The type of green that makes you feel at ease. And looking into those eyes of his, I could feel him. And he knew that I could.

He blinks, his head falling down as he steps back, releasing my arm from his hold. As soon as he does, I bring it up once again; Placing my hand behind his neck, fingers tangling in curls, before our mouths become one.