If loving someone becomes a sin, how would it feel like?   will  the punishment be a one-time punishment or a lifelong tragedy? His presence haunted her dreams—his voice, cold and distant, yet familiar. Every time her eyes met his, something flickered within him, as if his soul was calling out to hers. His gaze, sharp and calculating, revealed nothing but indifference. "You... you're not supposed to be here," my voice broke as he stepped closer, towering over me. His lips quirked into a dangerous smile, eyes narrowing. "Neither are you," he rasped, his voice low and commanding, sending chills down my spine. I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. "Your scent… it’s driving me insane," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear, each word laced with dangerous intent. "Stop!" I stammered, my heart racing at a fast rate. He leaned closer, his thumb brushing my trembling lips. “Too late...”