Maya crossed her arms defiantly, staring at Tay with a mix of irritation and challenge. “I don’t need help,” she said, her voice sharp and firm, standing her ground against his overwhelming presence.
Tay chuckled, the sound deep and amused, like her defiance was a source of endless entertainment for him. His bright orange eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned in slightly, his towering form looming over her. “I like your fighting spirit,” he replied smoothly, his voice carrying a dark, seductive undertone. “You’ll make such a mighty princess of darkness. Perfect to stand next to me.”
Maya’s annoyance only grew at his words, and she shot him a glare. Princess of darkness? She hated the way he spoke about her future like it was already set in stone, as if he knew her better than she knew
