Prologue:

It has been one year. One year and a half since the last time she had seen him and still with one look from him her heart stopped. One simple polite touch of formal pleasantries sent chills to her body. The tension, the room was electrified by it.

Have you ever heard of soul mates? A story about two people who can't help, but to be drawn to each other?

Well this is what this story was about from the start. Two people that were too different and simultaneously the same stubborn, headstrong and crazy like fuck people.

This is a story about a man and a woman that their journey began from hate to lust from lust to love and all over again. Is it possible to want to rip a person's head out and at the same time to chain him to your bed and never let him go?

That was definitely what he felt about her.

Oh correction: that was what he felt about her until that bloke made his entrance in that bar that fucking night and put his disgusting hands around her. Hate? No. Anger? No. It was more about rage and loath at that point. Pure jealousy, the source of that feeling was for now unexplainable even to him.