" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck? is that what i fucking think it is? "
emilia's muscles tensed as she slowly turned to face him, her expression shifting into something colder. the air around her seemed to thrum with tension, as though she was measuring every word that came next. she was calm — too calm perhaps — her voice sliced through the air like a blade when she turned around to face the source of her irritation.
❝ keep your voice ᴰᴼᵂᴺ. ❞
her eyes ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ʷᵃʳᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦⁿᵛᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ were now frozen, and beneath the cold was a burning intensity — one that whispered of past battles faced. ❝ and don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to. ❞ emilia took a small step closer, her presence suddenly feeling like a ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ.