The air around him vibrated with unspoken fury, like the quiet hum of a volcano on the brink of eruption. His voice, low and even, was almost soothing, but the faintest edge of strain betrayed the effort it took to control it.
As he stood there, his body language seemed almost... tranquil. His shoulders were relaxed, his posture casual. But the whiteness of his knuckles, the tightness of his jaw, and the icy glint in his eyes told a different story.
I could feel the anger simmering beneath the surface, a potent force waiting to be unleashed. It was like watching a storm gather on the horizon, the calm exterior belying the turbulence that was about to unfold.
"You never listen do you?" his voice low and menacing. "I told you to stay away from my room. Didn't I?"
He took a step closer, his eyes staring deep into mine. "Bravery can be a curse when reckless, and you my Princess, you're reckless." He said caging me against the wall. The scent of him, his cologne, now felt like a suffocating cage.
"Now what excuse are you going to come up with now? What are you doing here?" His breath whispering against my skin.
I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat. I knew I had been caught red-handed, and my mind was racing for an excuse.
"I...I was just..," I stammered.
"You were just what? You don't understand the consequences of what you've done. Do you ?" He said grabbing my wrist and pulling me closer.
"I..I didn't mean to open the box." I tried to plead, trying to free myself from his grip but he was too strong.
My eyes met his, and for a moment, we simply stared at each other. His face was a mask, a perfect blend of features that revealed nothing. No hint of emotion, no flicker of interest, no glimmer of warmth. Just a smooth, unreadable surface.
Yet, as I gazed into his eyes, I felt a shiver run down my spine. It was as if he could see right through me, into the deepest recesses of my mind. I felt exposed, vulnerable, like a specimen under a microscope.
His eyes seemed to bore into mine, searching for something, but I had no idea what. They were like two pools of darkness, deep and endless, and I felt myself getting lost in their depths.
I tried to look away, but my gaze was trapped. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. It was as if he had me under some sort of spell, one that allowed him to see everything I was trying to hide.
The silence between us stretched out, heavy with tension. I felt like I was drowning in his gaze, unable to escape the weight of his attention.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the moment was over. He blinked and the spell was broken, leaving me feeling shaken and uncertain.
He took a deep breath and backed away, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Now why don't we start by telling me who sent you."