kiss ;)
There's something undeniably intoxicating about the air between them every time they meet, and yet its also toxic, it tingles on his skin, tears at his insides, it's horrible and it's beautiful and oh, he can't stop, won't stop, never
She's so close, she's touching him, her slender, soft fingers brushing his neck, and he knows how adept those same fingers are for fatal results, and yet he can't explain the utter trust he's placed in her. He believes every word from those lips, anything she tells him, because its her, because she's something he's never seen before, never met before. She's everything sweet and dangerous known to man, her eyes provoking and lips sinful, and he's so, so, so deeply fucked, he knows it, and yet his own part easily the moment they touch hers. They kiss and kiss and kiss, and he's drowning if he's honest, because he'll never deny her anything as long as she doesn't leave, as long as she stays with him and provides the only reason he will sin, over and over again.
He whispers her name, a mere brush against her mouth, seeking confirmation of the reality of her presence here with him, because she's unattainable and he's well aware of it. But he pushes it, stealing kiss after kiss because he hopes it'll be enough, that somehow, that one tiny, fragile connection will hold out, at least for a while. She murmurs his name back, she smiles, it takes his breath away, he leans in again, he sins again, because he has no assurance of how long he really has until it all falls apart around him. Because he's not that man, he's not that one who can care for others, he's not that one who can maintain a relationship.
Because women like Im Jinah don't belong with men like him.