Zenovia

In this very close proximity, Maksimillian’s iris looked wonderful—like a combination of light green around his pupils and a kind of blue in the outer layer next to the colour green.

My breathing, just like his, was not normal.

“Are you sure about what you asked of me, Zenovia?” he asked in a hoarse tone. His eyes travelled all over my face. Then I felt his fingers gently push the few strands of black hair off my face.

I slowly blinked as I watched his handsome face. His straight, long nose was prominent that it looked him too manly and attractive. His peach lips were slightly parted, and I...