Becoming A Murderer

I stepped forward, taking Marina's hand and pulling her protectively behind me. She tried to wrench her hand away, her voice urgent and laced with fear. "Let go of my hand, I'm trying to save your life!" she pleaded, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and determination.

Looking into her eyes, I saw a swirl of fear and desperation, but also a spark of something more—a primal connection that drew me to her. "Don't worry, let me handle this," I said firmly, pulling her into my arms.

I could feel her heart racing against my chest, her body trembling with a mix of fear and adrenaline. Her breath was hot on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. There was an undeniable chemistry between us, a magnetic pull that neither of us could ignore.