~CELINE~
To ma, Ragnar was an enigma, a puzzle I couldn't quite figure out. One would think it would be enough to deter me or better yet, solidify the hate I was supposed to feel toward him but no.
There was something about those odd colored eyes, about his scent that left me baffled. Words couldn't explain the effect he had on me, even as my plan was in motion, deep down I feared what would become of me if I ventured toi far into the role I wanted to play.
His woman.
Perhaps being his captor would be a better option.
Ragnar was pissed, it didn't take me like g to notice just how much. His veins bulges out from his forehead and there were embers of anger swirling in those golden depths.
It made me cautious.
I moved quietly like a mouse, hoping to disappear or at least stay out
