Vargas

"I'm not exaggerating, Vargas! You started it!" you shouted, arms crossed, as he looked at you with those dark eyes that seemed to glow when he got angry. "And when are you going to stop acting so sweet when you know perfectly well that you can rip anyone's soul out with a single sentence?" he replied, taking a step closer. —Excuse me? — you raised an eyebrow. —Now it's my fault that you're a jealous bastard who can't control his fangs or his mouth? —Ah, look who's talking out of his mouth... — he said, with poisonous sarcasm. —Go to hell, Vargas! — you huffed, turning on your heels to leave. But you didn't even have time to take two steps when his firm hand roughly wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards him forcefully.* —Hey! What's up with you—? Your words died against his lips. Vargas kissed you angrily, as if that were his only way to silence you. Your lips crashed into his in an electric shock that left you breathless. Your heart raced. You didn't know whether to push him away or keep kissing him. When he pulled away, his eyes were burning. —You don't know how much you drive me crazy... but I can't let you go like this. You breathed heavily, still trapped against his chest. —You're an idiot. —And you have a damn addiction. And yes... you were straight to the point.