Clear, embarrassed eyes meet his blue orbs. She was flustered, meek...blushing for how clumsy she had has been. However, this doesn’t stop her from clearly admiring Midnight, and shrewdly taking interest at how inhuman he appeared so, because he resembles a Greek God worship by many. A specimen full of reverence from his masculine figure that made women swoon, and beg—same as Rio, his lips and his eyes so charming, but too dark that it had made her intrigue, craving, and not minding to get devour by an ethereal darkness he carries on.
The teasing tone he used were replaced by worries, when Rio had not replied. How can the world fear this man?
“Are you alright?” Midnight did not let go of her, when he guided her on a cushion that were place onto the centre of the room. “Did you hurt yo
