Zeph
Just as the fabric was about to rip, someone shoved her away. She gasped, glaring at the figure who stood beside me. He was tall, his dark hair gleaming under the sunlight, and he had a smirk on his lips. His eyes looked mischievous, and his presence commanded attention.
“I see you’re still as rotten as ever.” He said dryly, his tone dripping with mockery.
“Trying to tear the clothes off her back? Classy”
The woman’s face flushed with anger, her mouth opening and closing as if searching for a retort but failing to find one.
“Vixxen,” she hissed through her gritted teeth, “this isn’t your business.”
Vixxen, he has a nice name.
He crossed his arms, c*****g his head as he looked her up and down with a very bored expression.
“It became my business the moment you decided to act lik
