Wynter and Keith both sized each other up, holding one another's gazes. One had the hints of uncertainty while the other was freaking out.
"Don't touch me! Y-you…! You--" she was struggling for words that she couldn't even finish it off.
Suddenly, the room got colder.
"Say it. I'm what?" Keith countered, cutting her off.
His sharp eyes were looking straight at hers, gauding her. He looked mad as hell. It was emitting off of him in waves and Wynter could clearly see and feel that. Which only added to her momentary feeling of fear.
It was like he was going to swallow her up in whole.
Wynter opened her mouth to say something, then failed, only to close it again. She did that for a few more times and ultimately going mum.
When he saw that she wasn't going to add anything more, he glared at her, jaw moving from extreme agitation.
