Devil or Angel. Who are you?

"Be careful," he cautioned, a lingering intensity in his gaze. "You don't want to die. So whatever you do, stop looking at me like you want to be kissed." His lips, perfectly shaped and inviting, attempted to form a smile, yet the profound sadness in his eyes held them back, casting a shadow over his expression.

It was more than just me who felt it. Beneath the layers of his guarded demeanor, he, too, was aware of the palpable tension between us. It was as if an invisible force drew us closer, an intoxicating attraction that was both exhilarating and terrifying. The air was charged, thick with unspoken words and suppressed desires, making it almost unbearable to maintain distance. Each passing heartbeat echoed the undeniable connection that had formed, leaving both of us teetering on the brink of something we couldn't fully comprehend.