Uhh I can't stop thinking about this perticular trope I really wish I can experience somthing like this well yaa I'm delusional but who didn't anyway....
"Why do you hate me so much? I've never done anything bad to you, but even now there's a desire in your eyes to kill me." She says frustrated
But his intension is something else--If she knew how wrong she was. If only she knew how much power she really has over me. If only she knew. I stand a couple steps away from her and I have almost no strength left to hold back. I take a few steps, and she takes a step back. "Ask me to leave." - I think. But she doesn't say anything and her expression changes. She's realized. She's realized that what's in my eyes isn't a desire to kill her.
- I hate you just because I think about you every minute. I hate you for the power you have. - I notice how surprised she is. Tell me to leave. - she's silent, and I smile. I lean down and reach for her lips. Finally.