CAMELLIA

"They found me."
A single line of panic flashes through my head when I see that boy walking toward me. My instinct kicks in, I turn on my heel and starting to run away, but in an instant, a strong and muscular arm has managed to slip around my waist and stops me from fleeing. I hear him says "Not so fast, love."
My heart sinks.
"They going to kill me" Is all I can think of.
I am struggling to get out of his grip but it is too strong, and suddenly he turns me around, making my face slams into his toned chest and now I'm surrounded in a sharp scent of wood and ocean that must be coming from him. I look up to meet his gaze.
And I wish I hadn't.
Because when I saw his face, everything and every particles of my body stop.
My body is unable to move and my legs are like roots from an ancient tree digging stubbornly into the ground and refuse to be useful.
My brain is yelling at me to move, to lift my shaking legs and run. But I can't.
The scary thing is, I don't want to either.
His skin is smooth and unblemished, it has a healthy glow that only come from the Sun. His wavy blond hair is perfectly styled, not too long and not too short, like it has been tailor and trim daily. It looks so silky so good I am so tempting to touch it. His hair has been combed back, makes no problem of revealing his handsome and symmetrical face. His face is like a head of a sculpture whose creator had mistakenly made it too perfect. His jawline is strong and determined, his straight nose bring out the definition of his full lip now has been curved into a quirk in one corner.
Above all, it's his eyes that got me.
His striking green eyes stared into mine, sends an electric shock down my spine and I feel wobbly at the knees. His emerald eyes are so cold, so untouchable it makes my brain momentarily shutdown.
I'm drowning in his eyes.
He looks like a Greek God from some art masterpiece, so out of this world.
It's sick how beautiful he is.
"Take her back to base. Do not let anyone harm her, or you will pay one finger for each scratch on her skin if you are fail to obey."
After the boy's demand, a group of soldiers rush toward me and starting to pull me away. My adrenaline rises and I am calling for help. Before I know it, I had been drag into a tank and the last thing I see is his back turning away from me before the tank's door shut.
All that left is darkness.

Day...
It had been one day since I've been brought to this enormous room and I still haven't catch a glimpse of him. I don't know what is happening to me but there is a hunger growing inside me, demanding to see him, to talk to him, to touch him.
And that is terrifying me, because the problem is, I cannot touch him.
Or anyone.
I have a gift that I'd rather call a curse, everything that I touch, will turn into ashes.
I'm a freaking walking Venus flytrap.
I'm so lost in my thought that I haven't notice there is a figure standing at the door until I feel an itch crawls on my neck and turn my head around.
There he is. Perfectly posed and just the sight of him is enough to take my breath away. He starting to walk straight to me and I hope he can't hear my heart thumping hard against my chest. He stops and stands in front of me, there is a 3 feet gap separate between us and I'm willing it to shrink into mere millimeter. The moment he speak, I think, too late.
Because my heart had been exploded into trillion of teeny pieces scattering across the floor and I am struggling to hold myself together. His sweet sweet lips are moving and it tempting me to place my lips onto his.
"Camellia Song, yes?"
His voice is so powerful.
I nod.
"Well, Camellia, I have an offer for you."
[To be continued...]