I hate you more

Amara, a runaway mafia princess, traded a life of silk and guards for freedom, disappearing from her gilded cage. Then she met Dimitri, who at first, looked right through her. Used to being watched and measured, being ignored infuriated her, and she decided he would never forget her.

Initially, they were nothing but problems to each other, their interactions laced with hostility. Dimitri challenged her, unimpressed, and Amara, stubborn and used to getting her way, pushed back just as hard. There was no trust, only friction, which should have driven them apart.

But something shifted. Dimitri noticed Amara's practiced confidence, like armor, and Amara saw past his cold exterior, his control. They understood each other in ways no one else did. The arguments changed, glances lingered, and insults became intimate, charged with unspoken feelings.

They started seeing the cracks, and that's when it became dangerous. It wasn't just irritation anymore; it was obsession. Amara, who ran from control, was drawn to someone just as guarded, just as dangerous. Dimitri, who trusted no one, couldn't stay away from the girl who disrupted everything. They still fought, still tested each other, but beneath it all was something that pulled them back together, no matter how hard they tried to walk away.

By the time they realized what it had become, it was already too late. This was never just hate.