zara's pov
Vulvan's face was now intches away from mine, his hands planted firmly on the wall on either side of me, trapping me. His hot breath danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
As he leaned in closer, the air seemed to thicken, making it hard for me to breathe.
"You know I really hate when I asked you a question and you prove to be stubborn by not answering me." his hands reached my neck, slowly massaging it with his thumb.
"Let's try again. DIFFERENTLY, shall we?" I repeatedly shake my head in protest. Something felt odd when he said differently, and I knew nothing good could come out of it. He started to tighten his grip on my neck, but not too much.
"Vul...Vulvan, please," I begged, tears streaming down my face. "I didn't mean to invade your privacy. I was just
