**Reckless Obsession**

The dim lighting in the room seemed to amplify the tension between them, making Viv's skin prickle with unease as Bucky's eyes burned with an inner fire. His body still pressed against hers, his chest heaving with exertion, his metal hand still grasping her chin. The air was thick with unspoken emotions, and Viv could feel the weight of years of unresolved tension bearing down on her. Bucky's kiss had left her breathless, his teeth still nipping at her neck, sending shivers down her spine. His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat, and Viv felt a surge of fear mixed with a jolt of desire. She tried to push him away, but his grip only tightened, his fingers digging deeper into her skin. As they stood there, locked in a silent struggle, Viv's mind reeled with memories of their past. The memories of their tumultuous relationship, of the pain and the passion they had shared, came flooding back. She had thought she was over Bucky, that she had moved on from the toxic cycle of their relationship. But the way he was holding her, the way he was looking at her, made her realize that she had been lying to herself. Bucky's eyes seemed to flash with anger, his jaw clenched in a snarl. "You think you can just walk away from me?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You think you can just leave me behind like I'm nothing?" Viv's heart was racing, her mind scrambling to recall the events that had led to this moment. She had left him, walked away from the chaos and the pain of their relationship. But Bucky's reaction was not what she had expected. There was a hunger in his eyes, a desperation that made her skin prickle with unease. As he spun her around, slamming her into the wall once more, Viv felt a spark of recognition. This was Bucky, the man she had thought she knew. But this Bucky was different – reckless, obsessed, and driven by a hunger that made her skin prickle with unease. His hands roamed possessively, gripping her hips, fingers digging into her skin like he was claiming her all over again. Viv's mind reeled as Bucky's kiss deepened, his teeth scraping against her neck, nipping hard enough to make her gasp. He smirked darkly at the sound, his hand tangling in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat. The air was thick with tension, the silence between them heavy with unspoken emotions. Viv's heart was racing, her mind reeling with the implications of what was happening. She knew she had to think fast, or risk being consumed by Bucky's reckless obsession. As Bucky's grip tightened on her waist, pulling her flush against him, Viv felt a jolt of recognition. This was hate sex, raw and brutal and driven by a hunger that made her skin prickle with unease. It was a toxic cycle, one that she thought she had broken free from. But as Bucky's lips crashed into hers once more, Viv knew she was in trouble. His hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, claiming. His metal hand brushed against her stomach, sending shivers down her spine, and Viv felt a jolt of desire mixed with fear. She was trapped, pinned against the wall by Bucky's unyielding body, with no escape in sight. The room seemed to spin around her, the world narrowing down to the space between them. Viv's mind reeled as Bucky's fingers dug into her skin, his grip tightening as he pulled her closer. She felt a surge of pain mixed with pleasure, her body responding to Bucky's touch despite her better judgment. As they moved, the space between them dwindling, Viv knew she was in over her head. This was Bucky, the man she had loved and lost. But this Bucky was different, driven by a hunger that made her skin prickle with unease. And Viv was trapped, caught in the vortex of his reckless obsession.