“Love. Loathing. Same passion, different names,” he told her. “And how easily and swiftly the line can be blurred, don’t you think?” “No,” she seethed. “I don’t think it will ever be anything but crystal clear to me that I hate you.” Leaning down slowly, until his lips were right next to her ear, he said, “Prove it.”
That’s, how you write a prologue!!! Already hooked
— Jun 18, 2025 04:50AM
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