Elena gasped as the door clicked shut, the sound of the lock sending a shiver down her spine. Her face paled, and her body trembled more violently as Weiyang slowly advanced toward her.
The sensation was a stark reminder of a past she fervently wished to distance herself from. The room seemed to constrict around her, and every step Weiyang took toward her felt like an encroaching threat.
"Elena," Weiyang murmured, his voice a silky whisper that hung in the air. He relished the sound of her name on his lips, savoring its sweetness like a forbidden fruit.
Weiyang's right hand rose, gently caressing Elena's face, causing her to flinch. Reflexively, she closed her eyes, a surge of fear coursing through her.
"Why are you closing your eyes?" Weiyang questioned, a note of confusion in his tone. The insinuation in his words lingered, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere. "Do you really want me to kiss you?" he added, a smirk playing on his lips.
