Talindra was pressed against the wall. Baraion had her enclosed from all sides. Both were spewing poison at each other. No one was ready to back down. The hatred was too much to handle. The whole space was filled with negative energy. One factor Talindra didn't consider was that she was drunk off her ass.
Both were too close to each other. No matter how much they hated each other, some part of them was liking the closeness. Baraion wanted to look into her eyes and stare her down, but his eyes would fall on her lips. Her lipstick smeared red lips.
She was not fond of makeup. She wanted to stay natural. So, all she would put on her face to enhance her features were kohl and lipstick and she would always choose matt lipstick which would make her no-makeup look even more enticing.
