Tiara’s pov
The air has gotten lessened. I feel his sharp jawline almost cutting through my face. “What is all I need to know?” he asked, his voice so low but firm
It was like I couldn’t control my vocal cords anymore. I drifted backwards, taking the room and the man at his lowest.
“N-nothing,” Nothing, my hand rubbed against his other. “ I was only soliloquising,” I explained, saying that he should stop stretching his healing self.
He sprouted his legs, spreading them against the floor, proceeding to unplug away all the wires and pipes.
“What is that thing I need to know? Speak it now.” HE growled, his voice sounding low but agile.
I know nothing. I pinned myself against the wall. Sweat caressed my forehead.
His arm grabbed my neck, squeezing it until I almost lost my breath. He
