This… this is the dangerous kind of love I always fantasized about… the kind where the man loses his sanity over the woman.
Not healthy.
Not gentle.
Not polite.
But intense.
Obsessive.
Uncontrollable.
Her pulse raced, her thoughts a mess, and still—she leaned closer instead of pulling away.
Because for the first time in her life, fiction didn't feel like fiction anymore.
Rain wasn't just attractive.
Rain was the storm every dark-romance heroine gets ruined by.
And Daisy—fully, willingly wanted to be ruined.
"It's raining," someone said near the pool.
"Yes… Mr. Rain is raining," she whispered, shivering with desire as her mind wandered to fantasies of handcuffs, whispered commands, and heated moans.
Rain's grip tightened at her waist, his other hand brushing protectively over her head, shielding her from the downpour.
"I'll rain on you later," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine, "but for now… let's get inside before the pool floods."
She pressed herself a little closer, drawn to him, inhaling the scent of him — a mix of sharp cologne and something darker, intoxicating. I love this man, she thought, heart hammering. The one who's possessive, dangerous, and yet spoils me like I'm the only thing that matters.
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The white couple had danced like two swans, graceful and captivating, when a group of girls from the crowd, all longtime admirers of Zain, approached.
"Zain, who is this girl? I don't like her dancing with you," his childhood friend snapped, giving Lara a pointed look. She leaned in, attempting to interlock arms with Zain, but he shook her off.
"This is my childhood friend, Lara. And Lara, this is Mira, my friend," he introduced smoothly.
"I'm his future girlfriend, so you better stay away from him, got it?" Mira yelled.
Before Zain could respond, Lara raised her hands, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. "Surely, he only belongs to you and only you. I don't dare, ma'am. Please… enjoy your man," she said, giving Zain a teasing glance.
Zain leaned close to Lara, voice low and teasing. "Little rabbit, I'm going to make you regret this."
"Oh really?" she replied, eyes sparkling with amusement.
"By the way, Mira," Lara added, turning to smile at her, "I did hear a lot about you from Zain. He keeps talking about how madly in love he is with you. I wish you both a happy life."
She left the scene, tossing one last glance at Zain's helpless expression, trying to reassure Mira that Lara's words had been a playful prank.
Lara laughed softly at the chaos she had caused. Zain noticed, and the lightness in her laughter—so genuine amid the madness. And damn it… he loved it. Loved her laughter, loved the way she dared to tease him, loved the fire that made her so undeniably alive. He loved this mischievous side of her too.