sla

nding me. All I can see is a single blob hovering above me,

k in, bringing me to the present with a bang. Everything instantly swings in

dre

rightening me with their brightness. I feel myself become caught in the

s powerful and hard. Wearing a t-shirt and cargo shorts, he is

ver the place, small wisps accompanied by lengthy strands, carelessly disheveled. The bangs make m

royal blue, even, that glows in the sunlight. But the hair fits

e, attempting to acclimatize to the astounding handsomeness before m

g is not bleeding anymore, wrapped with a thi

into the tile. An enormous chandelier, crystals swirling abundantly just below its metal limbs, hangs lightly on a slender, Fe

my attention conce

n his beauty, looking at male traits that, at my

palm over my lips, "your throat is probably dry. Let me fetch you some water first." His

scern a single emotion communicated in his saunter. He seems to

f the unusual things

eyes. When I skimmed over it previously, I hadn't

perceptible, even by me, the queen of inspection, but I now clearly see the difference. The vivid, emerald green seems to seize the light and sho

ar water to my lips, softly pouring it i

almost

d," he smi

s-saving me," I stammer. He lets out a melodious

s a pl

ely one glimpse at his lovely, appraising eyes triggering butterflies in my stomach. The urge develops to avoid this unusual, foreign condu