My hands tremble in fear as Theron strides in, his cold, hard glare piercing into my skin. I move backwards, stepping far away from him.
As he comes closer, I notice he's no longer in his previous outfit and is now putting on a black t-shirt paired with grey pants.
If I weren't in a difficult situation, I would find him breathtaking. All I feel as I return his glare is hatred but underneath, my heart beats for him in a weird way and I don't understand why.
"Stop. Don't come any closer." I warn but he continues to walk towards me.
Ignoring my warning, he bridges the gap between us and pulls me by my waist into his chest. The side of my head hits his rock hard chest and I gasp in shock.
He moves one of his hands up and down my back, using the free one to push my head against his chest. I breathe in his peculiar scent, relishing in the feeling of his touch and pressing my head further into his shirt.
