A porcelain stillness settled over the scene, broken only by the defiant glint in the young woman's eyes. Her hair, the color of untrodden snow, cascaded down her back, framing eyes that held the fathomless depths of the ocean. "At last," she said, her voice a caress that sent shivers down the young man's spine. His hazel eyes, flecked with unsettling green, seemed to hold secrets behind their guarded facade.
"Forgive me, but I believe we haven't had the misfortune of meeting," he countered, his voice betraying a flicker of something akin to awe beneath his carefully constructed mask.
"Don't play coy," she retorted, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "I've been having a delightful chat with your friend, and let's just say he wasn't the most forthcoming companion."
The young man's composure fractured, replaced by a mask of raw terror. "You… you're the one who took him?" His voice, thick with barely contained rage, echoed in the cavernous hall.
