“You know, you should be more careful around people you don’t know,” he said with a small smile, although there seemed to be a heavy trace of sincerity in his voice.
Dhara took her time to take in his position. With his body hunched over her frame, he sat on the armrest of the couch. She shuffled backward, suddenly overwhelmed by so much of him. Averting her gaze to avoid the way his eyes seemed to pierce into her own, as if hell-bent on skimming through her soul. Something, for some reason, she thought he might as well be capable of. However, a finger hooked underneath her chin, bringing her back to face him. Dhara blinked, confusedly.
“Who are you?” he muttered softly, caressing a loose curl of her dark hair behind her ear. His calloused fingers scraped her skin with the lightest of to
