C130

His slightly cold tone carried a faint sense of oppression, and the light scent of a man's perfume indistinctly stirred the air around him.

As he moved, his movements didn't change at all. It was so ambiguous that it made people panic at the bottom of their hearts.

The tips of my fingers tightened around my chin, clamping my skin, even my bones. His thin lips lightly pursed