"I don't like repeating things," Lucas hissed right in Zoa's face, warning the girl by tightening his grip on her tiny wrist and his sharp gaze.
Zoe loses. Well if that's the will of this selfish man, he will go as he wants but there's no need to hurt him right? Even his wrists felt chafed from Lucas's tightening grip. But he wasn't able to utter a word either because of that stare, no... Not out of fear but rather trying to ignore it. If he who was worried about the man's condition was even reminded to leave, it's better not to care, right?
"Okay, but let go of my hand," Zoa said quietly and her gaze now shifted to her wrist. Reminded Lucas to immediately release his grip.
Lucas glanced briefly at the tiny wrist in his grip which seemed to be turning red before finally letting go by averting his gaze. Maybe the wrist was scuffed, but he didn't care.
