A DANGEROUS SPARK

The warmth of Ethan's lips still lingered on Hazel's skin as their rooftop moment unraveled, the city's pulse beneath them. Yet the sharp click of Olivia's heels against the pavement shattered their fragile bubble.

"You're playing with fire, Hazel," Olivia's voice was laced with warning and venom.

Hazel's chest heaved, her heart pounding. "I know what I'm doing," she replied, though doubt flickered in her eyes.

Ethan's grip on her waist tightened, protective and possessive. "She doesn't need your advice," he shot back coldly.

Olivia's smirk deepened. "No, but maybe she needs the truth. Does she know, Ethan? About the people you've crossed?"

Hazel's gaze sharpened. "What is she talking about?"

Tension thickened until Olivia's phone buzzed. She glanced at it, her expression turning icy. "You'll find out soon enough," she said, turning away.

Hazel's voice trembled. "Ethan, what aren't you telling me?"

Ethan's confidence cracked, fear flickering in his eyes. "There are… complications. But I won't let anything touch you."

Hazel stepped back, her pulse erratic. "Then trust me enough to be honest."

Ethan's lips crashed onto hers with raw desperation, pulling her into his fire. She clung to him, the heat between them fierce and consuming. Yet, the shadows around their passion deepened, and Olivia's warning loomed ominously.

Suddenly, headlights sliced through the night. A sleek black car slowed beside them. The window lowered, revealing a man with cold, calculating eyes. "Evening, Ethan. Long time."

Hazel felt Ethan tense, his voice deadly low. "Leave her out of this, Marco."

Marco's smirk was chilling. "Too late. She's already in."

Hazel's pulse quickened. Fear, confusion, and adrenaline surged as Ethan pushed her behind him protectively. But she wasn't just a bystander anymore.

Their love was a spark—and the firestorm was coming.