Magnus's crimson eyes swept over her entire body. Seeing the traces of blood all over her dress that looked even starking due to her pale skin made his eyes narrowed but in a moment the large black dragon became smaller and those webbed legs became the long pair of human legs that were covered with the blank trousers. He marched toward her, his hand firmly pulling the back of her neck and her waist to his body.
Pressing her closer, Magnus buried his nose to the crook of her neck, burying himself deep to make sure that these thudding nerves inside her body was real and nothing of his imagination.
He then pulled away, allowing her to see his gaze that was drenched in regret as well as a deep complex emotions all stirred into a pot.
"How could you do that to me?" His voice was taut like a strained bowstring. His fingers over her felt so icy and powerful.
