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"Do you think I enjoy being stuck with you?" I snapped, my voice laced with frustration as I shot daggers at him, trying to keep my composure intact. My heart raced as the irritation in his eyes mirrored my own.

His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile as he took a step closer, closing the distance between us. His towering presence made the air feel heavier, and I could sense the heat radiating from him. "Don't yell," he warned, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper as his breath brushed against my ear. He leaned in even closer, his lips inches from my skin, "Or I don't know what I'll do to you." The edge in his tone sent an involuntary shiver down my spine.

I stepped back, my pulse quickening, but I held my ground. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I shot back, forcing my voice to stay steady despite the sudden electricity between us. "Why do you have to be so dirty-minded all the time?"

He straightened, running a hand through his hair, his smirk only growing. The arrogance in his eyes burned through me as he shrugged nonchalantly, like he was daring me to challenge him. "You're my problem," he said, his voice turning cold, but there was a dangerous glint in his gaze that made my stomach twist. "I get to act however I want. Who are you to control me, huh? You're not my wife. Not my girlfriend." The emphasis on the word "my" was a knife to my pride, cutting deep with his dismissive tone.

I scoffed, folding my arms across my chest, trying to keep my anger from boiling over. "I pity the poor girl who's unlucky enough to marry you." I met his gaze defiantly, though every fiber of my being was on edge. "May God give her the strength to handle your rude ass. She's going to need it."

For a split second, something dark flashed in his eyes, like my words hit a nerve, but then he smirked again, as if he wasn't fazed at all. He took another step toward me, his body towering over mine, making it impossible to ignore the heat between us. "We'll see," he said softly, his voice thick with challenge, "if anyone can handle me."