Heat rushed to Cielle's cheeks at his words and the only thing that crossed her mind was running away.
And that was what she tried to do, but a hand circled around her wrist, halting her movement.
Cielle's heart raced as she felt his grip tighten on her wrist, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her veins.
She swallowed hard, trying to muster the courage to break free, but his piercing gaze held her in place. "Let me go," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the tense silence of the room.
"So you are embarrassed now? You were the one who sneaked into this room at this hour of the night." He scoffed.
Cielle's cheeks burned crimson at his words as she tried to pull away from the man's grasp, her heart pounding in her chest.
She had to escape, had to get away from him and the overwhelming intensity of his gaze. But before she could make a move, he tightened his grip on her wrist, holding her firmly in place.
"Let go of me," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, her body betraying her with each rapid beat of her heart.
She watched him sitting up in the bed, his naked chest compelling for her attention. "Tell me little Princess, why are you here?" He mused.
"I was trying to help you!"
The man's eyes narrowed with suspicion, his grip tightening on her wrist as he studied her with disdain. "Help me? In which way? You think you can just waltz in here and seduce me, do you?" he growled, his voice dripping with contempt.
Cielle's breath caught in her throat at his accusation, her cheeks burning even hotter as she struggled to find the words to defend herself. "No," she protested weakly, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "I...I didn't mean to..."
But before she could finish her sentence, the man's expression softened slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features. "Why are you here then?" he demanded, his voice softer now, tinged with a hint of curiosity.
Cielle swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the floor as she struggled to find the right words. "I...I came to help you heal," she admitted, her voice barely audible
The man's brow furrowed in confusion, his grip on her wrist loosening slightly. "Help me heal?" he echoed, his tone incredulous. "What do you mean?"
Cielle's cheeks burned even hotter as she met his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. "I couldn't sleep," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your scream haunted my dreams… and I— I thought...I thought maybe I could help you."
For a moment, the man said nothing, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that made her knees weak. And then, to her surprise, he released her wrist, his expression softening slightly.
His golden orbs flickered down to his body, scanning the area for any signs of injury. When he found none, his expression shifted from confusion to disbelief. "What?" he muttered, his voice barely audible. "But...how?"
Cielle bit her lip, unsure of how to explain the inexplicable healing powers she possessed. "I...I don't know," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "It's just something I can do."
The man's eyes widened in astonishment, a flicker of awe crossing his features. "You really healed me," he murmured, as if still trying to process the revelation.
Cielle nodded, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "Yes," she confirmed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But that doesn't change the fact that you accused me of...of seducing you."
The man's expression softened at her words, a hint of remorse flickering in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice tinged with regret. "I...I jumped to conclusions.
Cielle watched with a mix of wonder and uncertainty as something stirred in the depths of the man's eyes. It was the first time she had seen any semblance of emotion flicker across his orbs, like embers dancing in the darkness.
Sensing the need to give him space, and give him his very needed rest, Cielle made a silent decision to retreat, her footsteps whispering against the cold floor. The man does not stop her this time.
Yet, despite her intention to leave, the warmth of his touch still lingered on her skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
As she slipped out of the room, a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations engulfed her. She couldn't deny the magnetic pull she felt towards this enigmatic man, a stranger whose very presence ignited a longing she had never known.
With a heavy heart and a mind fraught with anticipation, Cielle acknowledged the inevitable truth– he was now her dragon, her responsibility. Tomorrow would mark the beginning of their journey together, as she embarked on the daunting task of training him.
A surge of both excitement and apprehension flooded her being as she pondered the challenges that lay ahead. Would he resent her for forcing him into a life he never asked for? Only time will tell.
But for now, as midnight enveloped the world in its embrace, Cielle allowed herself to hope, to dream of a future where the flames of their connection burned bright amidst the shadows of uncertainty.