Third Person's POV
Vanya's face flushed crimson, a reaction she had never experienced in her previous life.
She wished desperately to vanish into a c***k in the earth. Yet Theodore's body, like an impenetrable wall, trapped her in his embrace. His intertwining aura of ice and fire permeated every inch of space, leaving her no room to retreat. Her scent glands at the nape of her neck throbbed intensely from his extreme proximity.
"Vanya, answer me," Theodore urged, cradling her face in his hands. His thumbs gently caressed her feverish skin, compelling her to meet his gaze.
In his fervent stare, Vanya discerned the sincerity and longing in his vertical pupils, akin to a lone wolf that had finally discovered a place to rest. Even his overwhelming aura softened into tender caution.
"I...
