It was as if a clock was ticking, counting down the seconds until one of them would break. They were both stubborn, feeling more for each other than intended. That something so dark and cruel around the edges could feel sculpted into something that felt so beautifully right. Like he was a rope tugging her closer and closer until it recoiled around her, allowing her to give in- To him. Together they were a pair of magnetic forces, making their way into each other's souls and marking them. He was watching her intently, not breathing. His expression was held with such ferocity he could barely contain himself for a moment longer. And she. She was fueled by her desire for him, but there was fear.