Her Resistance
His hand remained tangled in her long, dark hair, pulling her close enough that she could feel the scorching heat of his breath, mixed with the faint scent of expensive bourbon and danger.
Divya's scalp burned from his grip, yet her fierce gaze never wavered. Despite the tears still dampening her cheeks, her eyes flashed with pure defiance. She refused to cower before him, no matter how terrifying the storm gathering in his dark eyes was.
"Let go of me, you monster!"
Divya choked out, her voice trembling with a potent mix of trauma and adrenaline.
She tried to push against his hard chest, but moving him was like trying to shove a stone wall.