The hotel door barely clicked shut before Yoongi grabbed her wrist, yanking her back toward him. His dark eyes burned, jaw clenched tight.

"You think I don’t notice?" His voice was low, rough—dangerous. "The way you play with me. Push me. Like I don’t see through your little games."

She smirked, tilting her head just enough to be a challenge. "And what if I do?"

A sharp exhale. Then, suddenly, her back was against the door, his body flush against hers, caging her in. His hands gripped her waist, fingers digging in like he was holding himself back—just barely.

"You really don’t know when to stop, do you?" he murmured, lips brushing just beneath her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer. "Maybe I don’t want to stop."

A dark chuckle, then his lips were on hers—hot, demanding, all frustration and pent-up want. His hands slid up her sides, his touch firm, unyielding. She gasped against his mouth as he bit her lower lip, his voice thick with warning.

"Careful what you wish for, baby."

And then, nothing else mattered but the heat between them.