I smirked emptily, yanking his hand away, pulling his shirt, losing my breath, my mind.

"Do you deliberately suffocate your voice to refuse what I show you?" I asked again, not breaking our eye contact again.

I won't take silence and argument as an answer this time.

"Do you call it a deceit so you could hide what you feel or am I truly a ruthless manipulator to you?"

My soft whisper came out which left him staggered for a moment.

Rushing unwanted and inscrutable thoughts in his mind he tended to deny those consolations.

The fake hopes that he was incapable of feeling but it left him in a...