Mason Nightshade traced the shape of Aurelia Shaw's lips with his fingers, making them red and vibrant with soft kneading. His dark eyes deepened, a mysterious glow flickering in his pupils, and his voice carried a seductive quality as he spoke.
"Aurelia, from now on, you're only allowed to drink in front of me, alright?"
Seeing her hesitation, Mason Nightshade lifted her chin. He admitted that he was being petty at that moment, taking advantage when her mind was slow, but—
Just thinking about how she and the Viscount were hugging earlier, looking so intimate... made his heart feel like it was being wrenched out, painfully twisting, uncontrollably.
As Mason Nightshade spoke, his lips were almost touching hers, "From now on, don't drink with the Viscount or any other man, okay? Don't you like having me by your side?"
Aurelia Shaw's mind was in disarray, and she couldn't keep up with her thoughts, instinctively nodding.
