**Entrapped by Desire**

Viv's vision began to blur as Bucky's mouth continued its assault on hers, his teeth nipping at her lips, his tongue tangling with hers in a primal dance. She tried to push him away, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own, melting into his as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The conflicting emotions swirling inside her made her feel dizzy and disoriented. Bucky's grip on her hair tightened, and he pulled her head back, exposing her throat to his ravages. Viv felt a shiver run down her spine as his hot breath danced across her skin, sending shivers down her spine. His metal hand still pressed against the wall beside her head, a stark reminder of the danger that lurked beneath his rugged exterior. As he continued to mark her with his kisses, Viv felt a spark of fear ignite within her. She had thought she was over Bucky, that she had moved on from the tumultuous relationship they had shared. But the way he was holding her, the way he was kissing her, made her feel like she was drowning in a sea of emotions. Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, Bucky's lips left hers, and he buried his face in her neck, his chest heaving with exertion. Viv took advantage of the reprieve to gasp for air, her heart racing like a wild animal. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong, his arms wrapping around her like a vice. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and menacing, sending shivers down her spine. "And I'll make sure everyone knows it." Viv felt a surge of panic as she realized she was trapped, with no escape from Bucky's wrath. She tried to reason with him, to make him see sense, but his eyes were wild and unpredictable, and she knew she was walking a thin line between passion and danger. As if to emphasize his claim, Bucky's hand roamed over her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips, his palm pressing against her stomach. Viv felt a jolt of electricity run through her at his touch, and she knew she was in trouble. She was torn between her desire to resist him and her body's traitorous response to his touch. The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, growing louder with each passing second. Bucky's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as he listened intently. Viv took advantage of the distraction to try and extricate herself from his grasp, but Bucky's grip only tightened. "Don't even think about it," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You're not going anywhere." The footsteps stopped outside the door, and Viv's heart sank. She was trapped, with no escape from Bucky's wrath. And as the door creaked open, Viv saw a figure standing in the doorway, a look of surprise on his face. Bucky's eyes flicked towards the newcomer, his expression darkening. "What do you want?" he growled, his voice dripping with hostility. The stranger took a step back, his eyes darting between Viv and Bucky. "I was looking for Viv," he said, his voice hesitant. Bucky's grip on Viv tightened, his arm wrapping around her waist like a vice. "You're not taking her anywhere," he snarled, his eyes flashing with possessiveness. Viv felt a surge of fear as she realized she was caught in the middle of a war, with Bucky's possessiveness and the stranger's concern for her at odds. And as she looked into Bucky's eyes, she knew she was in grave danger, trapped in a web of desire and obsession from which she might never escape.