"Sth," Perdita mumbled, her flushed face hiding under the gaze of Sthena. Before she could go on to speak, Sthena's hand circled her waist to draw her close to him, making her breath hitch.
Did this devilishly handsome man realize what he was doing to her? Perdita asked in her mind. Seeing him as she walked down the stairs had made her heart race at how handsome he was in his black suit and cloak that hung loosely on his high and broad shoulders, down to his crisply ironed pants.
His long red hair meticulously combed to the back while some strands dangled in front of his face accentuated his sculpted face and his cheekbones that always made him look proud. His sinful thin lips that always curved to the side whenever he smiled were pressed firmly against each other when he began approaching her with a look that pierced deep within her, ready to devour everything in her.
