The instant Minho's lips crashed into hers, Kitty's world exploded. Her breath hitched as he kissed her with such urgency that it felt like the very air was being ripped from her lungs. His mouth was fire, a blaze she couldn't escape, and she didn't want to. His hands found her face, fingers gripping her jaw like he was claiming her, each stroke of his tongue against hers sending a jolt of heat through her body. Her hands, almost reflexively, tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if she needed him to consume her.

His kiss was everything...Savage, raw, all-consuming. She felt him everywhere, his body pressed against hers with such force that she could feel every hard line of him. The heat radiating off him seemed to burn right through her skin, sinking deep into her bones. Her pulse hammered in her ears, and she could feel her heart racing in her chest like it was going to burst. The room seemed to close in, everything but him fading into the background.

He pulled away just enough to catch his breath, but his lips hovered over hers, the taste of him still lingering. She gasped, dizzy from the kiss, her chest heaving as she tried to find her bearings. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, and there was something in them—something wild, something she couldn't decipher, but it made her skin prickle with anticipation.

"You have no idea," he growled, voice thick with desire, "how long I've wanted this."

The words shot straight through her, searing into her core. She knew, in that moment, that he wasn't talking just about the kiss. He was talking about everything—the tension, the desire, the endless push and pull between them. He wanted her, body and soul. But so did she.

Kitty's breath caught in her throat as his hands slid down to her waist, fingers brushing the edge of her shirt, and before she could even think, he tugged it off her, tossing it aside carelessly. His gaze lingered over her skin, burning through her like a brand, as though he couldn't get enough of her. The intensity in his eyes made her body ache, made her feel like she was on the verge of something dangerous, something reckless.

"Minho..." Her voice was barely a whisper, tremulous with uncertainty, but she didn't pull away. She didn't want to.

Without another word, he pressed her back against the door, the sudden movement sharp and unexpected. Her breath left her in a rush as she collided with the cold wood, the hardness of it a stark contrast to the heat that was beginning to consume her from the inside out. His body slammed into hers, pinning her in place, and all she could do was hold on to him.

His lips descended on her throat, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that was almost painful—sharp, but it felt like a burning brand, marking her as his. She gasped, her fingers clawing at his shirt, desperate for something to hold onto. The moment his lips trailed lower, brushing the delicate skin just beneath her collarbone, she couldn't suppress the soft moan that slipped from her lips.

Minho's hands slid down her back, pulling her even closer, his fingers skimming over the curve of her waist, then moving lower. The sudden pressure of his body against hers, the friction, made her body shudder, a heat spiraling up from the pit of her stomach. He felt it too, she could tell by the way his breath hitched, by the way his body tensed against hers.

She was drowning. She was sinking into him, into this moment, into everything they were, everything they could be. She didn't know how to stop it, and she didn't want to. Her mind raced, trying to grasp what was happening, but her body was already lost, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of him.

He paused, just for a second, and Kitty's head tipped back, her eyes closing as she let out a shaky breath. "Minho, I... I don't know what's happening..." Her voice was weak, fragile, but the words were a confession, an admission of the chaos she was feeling.

Minho's lips ghosted over her ear, his breath hot and shallow as he murmured, "You don't have to know, Kitty. Just feel it. Let go."

And that was all she needed to hear. The words unlocked something inside her, and before she even realized what she was doing, her hands were tugging at his shirt, pulling it over his head, exposing the warm, taut skin beneath. Her fingers trailed down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath the surface, matching her own.

The moment her hands brushed over his abs, his body stiffened, his breath quickening. She could feel the raw desire coursing through him, just as it was surging through her. But it was more than that. It was power. It was control. The way he touched her, the way he claimed her with every movement—it was as if he was marking her as his own, and it sent a thrill through her like nothing she had ever felt before.

When his lips returned to hers, it was a brutal, desperate kiss. His hands roamed, tracing every curve of her body as though he needed to memorize every inch of her. His touch was rough, unrelenting, like he was starving for her, and she was starving for him in return. Her hands slid up his back, feeling the muscle beneath his skin, and she could tell he was as lost in this as she was, each movement a need, a craving that couldn't be satisfied.

His lips found her neck again, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that made her body arch toward him, her breath catching in her throat. "Minho, I—" she started, but he silenced her with a kiss, swallowing the rest of her words.

He kissed her until she couldn't think, couldn't breathe. He kissed her until her thoughts were nothing but him—his heat, his scent, the feel of him pressed against her. She was lost in him, completely consumed by the fire that he had sparked, and she couldn't find her way out. She didn't want to.

Finally, when the air between them was thick with tension, Minho pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes, his expression dark, feral. "You have to make a choice, Kitty," he rasped, his voice rough. "Me... or safety. No more running."

Her heart slammed in her chest, the weight of his words sinking in. She should be scared. She should pull away. But instead, she found herself leaning into him, her hands tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath her fingertips.

"I choose you," she breathed, and the moment the words left her lips, he was on her again, kissing her with a force that left her breathless, as though the decision had sealed their fate.

And it had. There was no going back now. She was his. All of her. And he was hers.