Roisin
The shock of Olivine’s request hit me like a tidal wave, icy and breath-stealing. For a moment, the world around me dimmed, my ears ringing with disbelief. My pulse stumbled over itself, and I stared at him as though I hadn't heard correctly.
“W–Wait, what?” I managed, my voice cracking under the weight of the panic bubbling in my chest.
Olivine’s grin only widened, his expression playful, almost devilish, as a flicker of amusement sparked in his gray eyes. “Oh, don’t look so horrified, Roisin. I was just teasing you,” he drawled, tilting his head in mock innocence. “I know you’re not ready for something like that. And honestly…” He leaned in slightly, voice lowering into something huskier, more dangerous. “Handling me is not a small feat.”
He said it so casually, so carelessly
