❝ She could be heaven or hell. A strong man's dream and a weak one's nightmare❞

"What are you doing here?" My voice came out confused, but guarded as I reached them, perched right by my dorm. The stillness of the hallway was covered with silence, only getting broken by my footsteps against the slate floor.

He turned to look at me and I quickly recognized Dean and the other guy standing beside, a little less muscular than him and thinner, almost soft.

Looking at him, it was hard to believe that his company choice would be someone like Dean, but again, sometimes we need someone with an opposite nature than us, to complete ourselves.

Dean smirked at me wickedly, when he said "I hope you have not forgotten me, because I surely do remember you"

"Of course not, it's hard to forget such an ugly face like yours" I snorted, but there was irritation behind my words. It's like their mere existence irritated me.

"You better watch that bitchy mouth of yours, now that you are alone" The other guy said, emphasizing alone.

I rolled my eyes, crossed my arms over my chest "Funny of you to think that. Just because I am alone doesn't mean, I am weak. After all, not everybody is cowardly like you" My voice was ice frost, when I retorted.

A snarled left his mouth, poisonously darting towards me "Don't test me. You don't know what I can do," He gritted.

"Why would I want to? I already know, you are fucking useless. By the way, I didn't see you at the match, today. Wonder why is that." I didn't bother hiding my smirk, when I noticed his jaw ticking.

I ignored them and shoved my hand in my back pocket to take out the keys. Fiddling with them, I began to walk towards the door, when a hand roughly caught my arm and pulled me back with much force.

"I am not done with you" His throaty voice shook the empty hallway as his stormy eyes pinned me.

Rage coursed through my veins, straight to my mind and I swatted his hand, freeing myself from his grip and glared at him in menace.

"If you ever try to put your dirty hands on me again, I'll cut them into small pieces and feed to wild dogs" My voice was laced with unshackle fury and every word coming out of my mouth felt like a threat in it's own.

He didn't look fazed by my anger, not at all, when he took a step closer "Ooh anger entice me. Tell me, that's the best you can do?"

I didn't back up, just stood there with a fire lightening my soul and a hazardous glare directed towards them.

"Just tell me, why are you here?" I asked, demandingly.

"You remember that little stunt you pulled in the cafeteria, to save that failure friend of yours?" My jaw clenched at his words and he dared to continue "Well, guess what? We want something little, called revenge. Or well, it depends to you, if you are willing to offer something else in return"

A humorless and bitter laugh made it's way past my lips. "You got some nerves, don't ya? Tell me, are you that stu-"

I narrowed my eyes at him, when Dean or whatever the fuck he preferred to call himself, sneered, cutting me mid sentence "Shut up, before I make you. You may be a girl, but I certainly won't hesitate to punch you"

I gripped the keys in my hand tightly as I curled my fingers into a fist. I met his blazing eyes and hoped, he would see the thunder of wrath going inside me, through my eyes and roared at him

"You can try. But, trust me, when I say that I may be a girl, but I know how to punch back"

His eyes narrowed at me and I saw the shades changing, darker and cruel. He took a challenging step forward and I stayed at my place, daring him.

For a split second, just for a split second a fear crawled up to my senses, an unknown fear. But it was soon forgotten by my reckless thoughts.

Fear makes the wolf look bigger and what worse he could do? Kill me? Too late. I had imagined death so much, to the point it started too feel like a memory.

With an evil smile, he raised his hand to grab me? punch me? I didn't know, because the moment his hand tried to touch me, I instantly slapped it away.

"What scared already?" That guy standing behind Dean, remarked in an amused tone. I wonder what kind of sick pleasure he was getting from enjoying this show.

I scorned at him hatefully, "If I was scared, I wouldn't be standing here, you pathetic piece of shit"

Scoffing, I turned to look back at Dean, when I heard him chuckle. There was a sinful smirk on his face, which made my inside burn in cold fire.

His smirk dropped and a momentarily panic rose up to his face, but he layered it with a confident look as his eyes continued to stare behind me? That other guy too, stood straight gulping in loudly and alarmed.

That's when I felt it, a presence behind me, scorching. I turned around and everything fell right out of my head as I frowned, peering at his handsome face. There was no smile, no grin or cheeky expression, but a scowl full of loathe.

There was no warmth or friendliness in his hazel eyes and they looked almost amber. Blistering with a ferocious need of havoc. He looked angry and possessive.

"Wel-" I began to speak, but he ignored me and stalked past me, towards the two intruders. Okay, what?

I turned around and almost laughed at their expression, but tried to hold back it in.

"Hey mate-" Dean was about to say, under Ethan's vicious gaze, but he cut him off.

Grabbing him by his denim jacket's collar, Ethan dragged him closer to his face and let out "If I ever see you around her again, let alone even thinking about hurting her. I'll forget that you are supposed to be my teammate and do something, I won't regret."

His voice was octave and ravishing. Killing every inch of his usual sweet silky and soothing words. He looked entirely different, that moment.

He let go of Dean's jacket letting him fall back, when he started coughing violently. Nodding at Ethan, Dean muttered something to him which I couldn't hear, but judging by Ethan's expression, he did.

He just gave them a blank and stony look as Dean grabbed his friends and rushed away, not even once glancing at my direction.

I watched them from my spot satisfied, until they turned towards the passage way, disappearing from my vision.

Then, whirling around at Ethan, I chuckled and said "Whoa, that wa-" He didn't even wait for me to finish and snatched the keys from my hand, going to unlock the door.

A frown formed on my eyebrows and an itching feeling rubbed my senses annoyance, nagging me when I noticed his strange was that the right word? behavior.

But, not wanting to dwell on things, I shrugged and followed him, when he stepped inside my dorm.

He didn't pay me any attention and went to grab a water bottle from our mini fridge, meanwhile I just watched him ignoring me and narrowed my eyes.

"Why are you being so" cold "-quiet?"

I gritted my teeth, when something in between frustration and anger clouded my mind as I received no answer.

He screwed shut the bottle cap and closed the fridge door, forcefully, it's painful echo screamed before fading into the quietness. His jaw was working, those facial muscles twitching, but he gave nothing away.

I tried to start a conversation, light up a joke yeah I am not really a funny person, I realized anything, but he was hushed as ever, sitting on that single bed. But, I didn't knew it was calm before the storm.

I tapped my foot impatiently and full of temper, waiting for him to answer, to say anything as I glared down at him.

And, when I couldn't take it any loner, I growled "Can you at least fucking speak? What's wrong with you?"

My voice came out so aggressive, that I was surprised, but it was his fault altogether. But, what came next surprised me even more and fueled the flaring fire in me

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME, SERIOUSLY YOU ARE ASKING ME THAT? WHAT'S FUCKING WRONG WITH YOU?" His voice raged loudly, vibrating against those weak walls as he stood up.

His glare got sucked into a war with mine as I fought back "Why the fuck are you yelling at me? I did nothing!"

"That's the thing, you do nothing!" His tone was brutal and taunting.

"Can you at least hold a proper conversation, like an adult? Why are you so worked up?" I narrowed my eyes on him, in thin slits.

But there was a hurricane in his tone, his eyes were bright with the blazing light of hell.

"But, you never act like an adult too. Do you not know how dangerous these things are?"

That caught my attention as I furrowed my eyes brows "But, what did I do?"

He scoffed, before speaking "You are really asking me that? Tell me, who told you to provoke them? Who told you to encourage them to fight you?"

I opened by mouth, but he interrupted me "You don't think, don't care about yourself, damn it! I know that you are strong, but geez you are still a girl and going against two guys that too in a physical fight, are you stupid? Do you know what could have happened?"

"You know, what could they have done to you? No, you don't. Because, you don't know them like me. Can you, just for a goddamn second, stop and think about yourself? Think, before going around and doing something reckless"

I didn't miss the way he flinched, as if the bare thought of them doing something to me, physically pained him. The thought of something or someone hurting me, hurt him too.

"You don't pay attention, do you? You don't know that It's okay not to fight back sometimes. It's okay if we fall, it's okay if we admit defeat."

"We have to back down sometimes, in order to save ourselves. In order to not destroy ourselves, trying to win that war, but how would you know that? You never think, never tried to understand, did ya? But, let me tell you, refusing to do something because you fear and care about yourself, doesn't make you weak"

"It means, you are considerate and strong enough to admit your weakness."

His voice was shaking and I couldn't identify if it was from anger or helplessness. But, I knew one thing surely, he wasn't talking about that hallway incident anymore. He was talking about so much more, something only I knew.

"You need to understand that not every battle is supposed to fight alone and not every answer is supposed to be found. Sometimes, it's okay, if we take a moment to breathe and relax, while waiting for that answer to come looking for us"

"We are our best warriors and that's why, we need to care about ourselves! Because if we can't do that, then how do we expect someone to do the same?"

"Why are you quiet? Tell me, Snow, how someone is supposed to help us, if we don't wanna help ourselves?"

His eyes were gleaming and voice was intense and outraging. I took a moment to admire his breathtaking features as his words started to weigh my chest and I tried to ignore it.

I didn't focus on anything he was saying, but on him. He looked so painfully beautiful, it was almost unfair. Ire never looked so good on anyone.

Those long eyelashes, guarding those destructive eyes. Sharp cheekbones, chiseled jawline and faintest freckles dusting his smooth skin.

My eyes fell on that small beauty spot around that corner of his mouth, which was moving, forming words that my heart couldn't care to comprehend that moment. His sultry lips moved so dulcetly, teasing me.

His lips were a reminder of the fertility of life, a hope for beautiful things and contains within it, a war that is fought in the mind of every beholder.

A wild and tempting urge coursed through me as I continued gazing at him, as if he was a night sky full of stars and miracles.

And without paying anymore rational thoughts, I took a step closer to him and standing on my tip toes, captured his lips with mine.

Well well, it's my first update of 2019, cheers to this and many more to come! With that said, I am so sorry for the cliffhanger, wait a moment ... I take that back, because I am not, Ha!

Anyway, I am so very busy lately, yeah I know I say that a lot, but le sigh, you can't blame me. Sorry for the late update, this time I truly am.

I know, this chapter was a one big fucking mess, hopefully next one won't be. I'll try my best, I swear.

Until then, bye! Take care and love yourself. You'll find that life is still worthwhile, if you just smile :)

Love, Zee...