Wang Xiao paused, taking in her face.
The tiny pink lips parted in shock. The way her chest rose and fell in small, frantic breaths. The blush crawling down her neck.
Those eyes, especially.
They were midnight blue, but within them danced patterns, like constellations hiding behind clouds. A sky not black, but gemstone-blue, glowing softly in the dark.
He tilted his head, studying her.
Beautiful.
But it wasn't about beauty.
It never was.
Men don't love beauty, they want to ruin it. To press it beneath them, hear it moan, hear it scream, and call the tears cute. They don't kiss flowers. They crush them, and then claim they've "tasted heaven."
"Mmgh…!?" Velkhara flinched, startled as his face suddenly closed in. She could smell him, a wild, addictive scent,.but too late. His lips were already on hers. Soft, and hot.
