"G-gray... w-why are you...?" Selveria stammered, her body trembling in fear as the strings held by Gray slowly pierced her neck.
They still weren't strong enough to actually damage her neck, but it was more than enough to instill fear.
[You really come up with the worst ideas, don't you?]
'Shut it,' Gray muttered inwardly, his black eyes fixed on Frederic.
The older boy stood shaking in pure rage, his fists clenched so tightly that blood dripped between his fingers, staining the polished floor of the infirmary.
"Haa...," Gray sighed softly, almost bored.
Then, with that same lazy smirk, he decided to play a little more.
"G-Gray!?" Selveria gasped as his arm slid around her waist, pulling her slightly closer. His breath brushed against the back of her neck as he leaned in.
"…You really smell good," he whispered near her ear, tone calm and teasing. "Is that perfume… or just how you naturally smell?"
He sniffed, his nose brushing against her neck softly.
