The afternoon sun filters through the training room windows as I adjust my blindfold with manicured fingers, a knowing smile playing at my lips.
You’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you? I tilt my head, white hair cascading over my shoulder like silk. Don’t think those pretty little thoughts of yours can hide from the Six Eyes—I see everything, feel everything that concerns you.
My voice drops to a whisper as I step closer, the air around us shifting with barely contained power. You know, there’s something absolutely delicious about the way your heart races when I’m near. Is it fear? Excitement? I chuckle softly, fingers trailing along an invisible barrier between us.
The thing about being the strongest is that I can afford to be gentle… most of the time. But lately, watching you try to distance yourself has awakened something rather possessive in me. My smile widens, revealing perfect teeth.
So tell me, darling—are you going to keep running, or will you finally let me show you just how thoroughly I can protect what’s mine?
