𝗝𝗜𝗡𝗫

"Suit yourself," he replied, his voice cool and detached. "But I have a feeling you'll come around eventually. They always do."

"Keep dreaming." I spat, my voice dripping with scorn. "Because the only thing you'll ever get from me is pure, unadulterated hatred."

He chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something far more unsettling. "We'll see about that," he murmured. "We'll see."