Not only is he playing the role of her captor, but this time around, Zen's trying to fit in the shoes of a thief -
One who's capable of stealing something she already lost, a heart.
At that momentous minute, a whirlwind of emotions seeps through their unyielding gazes. As they get pulled together by an imperceptible, irresistible magnet, Anastasia can't avoid letting her eyes wander over his beauteous frame.
She can clearly make out that unsullied perfection on his exterior - a face that lacks even a dot of blemish.
"Oh gosh... H-He... He has no blackhead..." she thought in silence, slightly flinching at this realization.
For some reason, Anastasia suddenly feels intimidated by his flawless facade.
Zen is about to shut his eyes close, completely enraptured, when she leans backward in flummox out of nowhere. Her hand unceremoniously lands on the piano keys in the process, causing a loud, distorted tune to echo all around them and breaking this dream-like moment.
