Chapter 4: I Know You Want To Look
The sun barely touched the sky, and yet the air in Han’s mansion was already heavy—with something unspoken.
Rio yawned, dragging her feet lazily toward the hall.
“Where’s the bathroom?” she mumbled.
Han didn’t answer. Just pointed.
But five minutes later, it was Han who called out softly from her bed, “Wait.”
Rio stopped at the doorframe.
Han climbed down, slow and stiff, leaning on the furniture for balance. She followed her, silent.
Inside the grand bathroom, Han stood near the sink. The marble counter, golden light, and wide mirror made the room look like something out of a movie.
But Rio’s eyes were only on her.
Han turned slowly, brushing her hair back. Her voice low. “I’m about to take off my clothes...”
Rio blinked. Stayed quiet.
Han’s gaze burned into hers.
“Do you want to see me that bad?” she whispered, lips barely parting.
Rio leaned in. Close. Too close.
Her breath hit Han’s cheek. Her silver chain dangled inches from her collarbone.
A smirk curled on Rio’s lips. “Maybe I already have.”
Han’s throat moved as she swallowed.
Rio tilted her head, as if considering the offer—then pulled back.
“Enjoy the show, princess,” she said, turning toward the door. “I’ll be downstairs.”
The door clicked shut behind her.
Inside the Bathroom
Han stared at the mirror, hand still resting on the sink. Her chest rose and fell. Her fingers trembled near the buttons of her silk top.
She didn’t move.
Just stood there. Eyes full. Mouth dry.
And whispered to herself:
“Why does she look at me like that?”10Please respect copyright.PENANAdNNNfZeXNL
“Why… do I want her to?”
Chapter 5: Two Villains, One Frame
The clink of heels echoed through the hallway as Han came down the stairs—elegant, flawless, calm.
Until her eyes met Rio’s.
Rio leaned on the wall, dressed like a walking storm—tight black jeans, low silver chain, shirt half-tucked, smirk fully loaded. She didn’t say a word.
But Han’s eyes?10Please respect copyright.PENANAFVruiCAbYP
They stared.10Please respect copyright.PENANAEWl1DXx9VM
Longer than she meant to.
And Rio? She noticed.10Please respect copyright.PENANA22jOMN9Ygd
Every second of it.
Outside the Mansion
Rio opened the car door.
Han moved toward it—but her steps faltered. Just slightly. Unsteady. Her hand clutched the door for balance.
Rio caught her by the wrist.
“You good?” she asked. Voice low.
Han didn’t answer.
Rio leaned in—face just inches away.
“If you’re feeling it,” she whispered, “then let it feel.”
Han didn’t speak.
She just slid into the seat. Quiet. But her heartbeat was louder than traffic.
Rio smirked and shut the door.
At University
They walked in side by side.
People stared.
One in all-black with fire in her walk.10Please respect copyright.PENANAR4EMkYzeKj
One in soft cashmere and thunder in her eyes.
Enemies.10Please respect copyright.PENANAKqOI1soK4T
But together?10Please respect copyright.PENANAcqz2cqyBtr
They looked unstoppable.
Two villains. One frame.10Please respect copyright.PENANAeAifTMIFgi
Nobody dared block their way.
In the Literature Department
Professor glanced up as they dropped the file on her desk.
“You two?” she said, adjusting her glasses. “Submitted together?”
Han said nothing.10Please respect copyright.PENANACunllbRI6R
Rio tilted her head. “You assigned it, didn’t you?”
Professor laughed, flipping through the pages.
“Well... I didn’t know enemies had chemistry like this.”
Rio crossed her arms. “We don’t. It’s just... performance.”
Han looked away, biting her lip.
Professor kept reading. “Mm-hmm. Well, whatever it is, it works.”
Han and Rio walked out of the office.
Not a word spoken.
But the heat between them?
It didn’t need words.
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