NOELLE
Slowly, the slight crease in his brow melts away. He just stares at me for a moment, slowly running his tongue over his sparkling upper teeth, his electric gaze boring into me. My breathing quickens, the oxygen vanishing out of his office. He looks hungry. No. He looks...like he's about to go wild.
I try not to gulp as he takes a step towards me. My feet refuse to stay in one place. And with every step he takes, I move. Even so, his energy is so strong, it pulls at me like gravity.
"Noelle," he says, his voice lower than I've ever heard it. My head spins, the hairs on my skin rising.
"Y-yes?” I end up squeaking, stumbling backwards.
He doesn't rush. He closes the distance as if he's measuring how many seconds I have left before I beg.
"Tell me. Who's this friend of yours?" He
