"Y-you…" I stutter.
My eyes wide, gazing at him in front of me after three months after my almost car accident. He's literally in front of me with his thorns on both sides of his head, sharp teeth that could tear your skin off and his thin tails, waving in the air.
His lips form into a smirk, as his sharp pitch black eyes staring at me like a dagger straight to my heart, leaning his back on the table and crossing his arms. Then, he walks closer to me, kneeling in front of me, and says,
"It's been three months I've seen your beautiful eyes, staring at me. Are you shocked seeing me with my appearance? I think you are, the way you look at me with your widening eyes it's like a huge world for me." He asks, stroking the wooden cells with his hand and his stare never leaves my gaze.
And one thing I'm curious about, why does he want? Does he also need my blood like them? But why? Why him? And how does it happen? Who is him?
