"…As long as you are aware that I am in charge and that is never going to change for the rest of your life!" he told her, his eyes still blood red but there was a softness in them that couldn't be hidden.
One that she knew that he was only giving to her, and yet even that slight softness seemed to have a razor edge attached to it—one she knew he wouldn't hesitate to cut her with if she pushed too far.
Aira stared at him, still unable to move, even as her heart thumped harder. She felt him step closer until she could feel his breath against the skin of her face, warm and unyielding.
He lifted her chin up and lowered his head and even then he still easily towered over her without trying.
Aira still could not move, though she would have, as she watched his lips inch closer to hers—only for him to pause as he began to speak again, his warm breath ghosting over her lips, sending a shiver straight through her spine even as her heart thundered louder than before.
