"What are you doing, love?" Lysandra's smile was dazzling, radiant; she was so beautiful. But her eyes were empty, jealous, filled with possessiveness. For a normal guy, feeling that gaze would be terrifying, but for Anthony, it was the most beautiful thing he could see.
Turning around, Anthony looked Lysandra directly in the eyes. She stood tall, watching him with those emotionless eyes. He placed his hands on her hips, a signal of expectation, waiting for Anthony's response, as if she were ready to challenge any word that might come out of his lips.
However, Anthony simply smiled, letting his expression speak for itself, and enveloped Lysandra in a comforting hug. She struggled in his arms, trying to free herself from his grasp, her face reflecting initial resistance. But with a quick move, Anthony captured her beautiful red lips in a kiss.
