"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"
Dion's body went numb as he absorbed Rosette's words, struggling to reconcile them with his image of her.
Her gentle demeanor,
Her tender smile,
His innocent Rose...
Could she truly curse?
And even hit someone?
His widened eyes, black as orbs, stared at her in disbelief, his hand touching the spot where she had slapped him.
While she with her bleeding finger, stood guarded against him, like prey before a hunter.
"Do you not realize how disrespectful it is to touch someone without their consent? And to lick them like that—"
Rosette's cheeks flushed as she spoke the final words and looked away, while Dion finally regained his senses and felt embarrassed.
"I-I apologize, My lady... it was indeed disgraceful of me to do that..."
