Unexpected desire

"Why do you keep talking to me, Saint? I thought we were enemies no?" I said smudly.

"Well, that's where you're wrong, Angel, us being enemies doesn't change the fact that you're still mine.

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In the quiet, polished halls where Britain's most powerful families sent their children to become legends, two names were always spoken in a lowered voice, never separately, and never without consequences.

They were deemed untouchable.

And they hated each other with a hard devotion that bordered on obsession.

He watched her like a problem he intended to solve.

She watched him like a mistake she intended to correct.

Every glance was a challenge.

Every word, a weapon.

But somewhere between the need to win and the refusal to lose, something far more dangerous began to take shape... because hate, when given enough time, has a way of learning how to feel like something else.