𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒 |𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢×𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫|

Meria leans against the cold wall, her breath measured, her arms crossed like a barrier she knows won't hold. Across from her, Ran stands with that infuriating smirk, head tilted just slightly, watching her the way a predator watches its prey

except she knows better. In this game, they take turns being the hunter.

'You look like you missed me'
he murmured, his voice a lazy, low enough to find its way under her skin.

Meria scoffed, pushing off the wall and stepping closer, until there's barely a breath between them. "Funny. I was just wondering if disappointment ever feels like home to you."

Ran hums, eyes gleaming with something dark something starving "Only when it tastes like you."

Her pulse stuttered, she doesn't flinch. Instead, she tilts her chin up, daring him. "You talk too much for someone who never says anything real."

"Real?" His fingers ghost over the side of her jaw, featherlight touch, intimate ,just enough to make a contact "Is that what you want from me, Meria?"

She hates how easily he gets under her skin. Hates how her body betrays her everytime, leaning into the heat of him before she can dare to stop

"You think too highly of yourself," she says, but the words feel hollow when he's this close, when his scent-smoke, spice, and something distinctly him-wraps around her like a noose.

'i'm not' Ran leans in, his lips just shy of hers, his breath teasing the sensitive skin of her mouth, "but you hope to get a real thing from me for someone who claims not to care"

She could push him away. Could slap that smirk right off his face.

Instead, she lingers.

Because that unbearable, intoxicating game they play? they can't handle attraction that came with the the hatred

It's the kind of want that ruins people.

And they both know it

He pushed his lips against hers
And she welcomed...
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