Trouble

The room pulsed with tension as Thanatos leaned in, his dark eyes fixed on Amira, the space between them charged with something raw. "You're not afraid of me, are you?" His voice was low, challenging.

Amira's heart raced, but she smirked, defiant. "Should I be?"

In a flash, Thanatos was before her, fingers in her hair, tilting her head back. His lips hovered near her throat, his breath hot against her skin. "You should be," he whispered. "But you're not, are you? You're drawn to me."

She trembled, her body betraying her mind. "You think I'll fall for your charms?"

He chuckled darkly, his grip tightening. "You've already fallen."

He pressed her against the wall, his kiss rough, desperate, and full of dangerous promises. When he pulled away, his lips hovered just above hers. "I am fire," he growled. "And you? You want to burn."

Amira's breath hitched, the truth of his words undeniable. His fingers traced her waist, lingering as if daring her to deny what was happening.

"Don't think I won't make you mine," he murmured.

"You already have," she whispered, breathless.

His wicked grin spread. "Good."

This was just the beginning.