>>Ariston
The moment I wrenched myself free from Drakkar's grasp, I should have bolted. I should have run far, far away. But, unfortunately, luck has never been on my side.
"I didn't take you for a pervert," Drakkar hummed, his golden eyes glinting with something devious.
I froze mid-step, nearly tripping over my own feet.
What?
I turned sharply, only to find his hands still where they had no right to be.
"What—? WHO is the pervert here?" I seethed, grabbing his wrists to remove them from under my skirt.
But the bastard didn't seem the least bit ashamed. If anything, he enjoyed it. He smirked down at me, entirely unrepentant, and purred, "I love those red eyes of yours so much."
!!!
I went rigid.
I didn't know why, but those words threw me off balance more than anything else he could have said. They burrowed into me, carving out something that felt like warmth—but not the good kind.
Not when I'd spent my entire life being told those same eyes made me look cursed.
