Amber’s POV:
Slowly, at a pace that almost stopped my heart, Kylo edged closer to my bed, his eyes never averting from my miscolored ones and the deep blackness within never ceasing to draw me more and more into his stare. With each step my heart would thud and with each ripple of his stretched muscles, my breathing would hitch. He looks like a predator that has been waiting for far too long for its prey. He has a wild air about him and it seems if anything were to push him, Kylo would snap and a monster would be unleashed in his place.
“K-Kylo…” I try to stagger out but he comes into my personal space, his black tattoos glowing a deep purple as he leans forward and places his nose at the crook of my neck and inhales my scent. The feeling of his breath fanning against my skin is enough
