Heir of Fury

His eyes bore into me, hot and relentless, a fire I wasn't ready to name, burning my skin. My blade hovered at his throat, the edge biting into his skin with each deliberate step he took. When the blade finally broke the surface, drawing the faintest line of blood, a maddening smirk twisted his lips.
"Such a vicious little kitten," he purred, his voice like blood-laced velvet. The sound vibrated through me, sparking a chill along my spine.
He took another step, defiant, a predator toying with his prey. "Are you going to kill me, kitten?"
My breath caught, but I refused to falter. I tilted my chin upward, matching his intensity with my own. "I will," I spat, my voice low and steady, every syllable a vow.
His smirk only widened, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Good," he whispered, leaning closer, pressing against the sword as if daring it to go deeper. "I'm looking forward to it." I knew he was daring me, taunting me...
And yet, I couldn't bring myself to move.