The Depths Between Us

"In my world, she's rare & I like to own unique things." ☆ "I want you to want me." He breathed, his fingers tightening imperceptibly around my neck, possessive, predatory. "So. Fucking. Much." "I'd rather die than want you." I murmured, clutching his wrist, my eyes locked on his piercing sage-green gaze, so unnervingly intense that it felt like they could see through every shard of my resolve. A slow, cruel smirk curved his lips. His eyes drifted down to the engagement ring he'd slipped onto my finger tonight, glinting like a challenge. "The ring on your finger says otherwise, darlin'." A feather-light kiss grazed the tip of my ring finger.