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Who Are You?

I yawned sleepily and started rubbing my eyes. My back was pressing against a soft cloudy mattress and it felt too good unlike mine.

Wait...

Since when did I have such mattress?

Panicking, I squinted my eyes open only to meet with an unfamiliar giant room.

And the first thing that came into my mind was that wasn't my room.

The exquisite black and white ceiling stared down at me, taking me to the last night's journey as it flashed in my memory like electricity.

The inhumane noise, a pair of glowing yellow eyes, the kiss on my neck, a growl...

Mine!

My eyes abruptly shot back to my side and I watched in horror as a man with a royal suit was sitting on a posh sofa and was sipping some drink all the while staring at me intently.

His petal-like lip was shining under the glossy texture of the liquid whereas his dark blue eyes were as if the depth of Pacific Ocean.

I propped my upper body up from the bed with one elbow. My whole body was aching like nothing and it felt as if I was in this position for ages.

"Wh-who are you? Wh-where am I?" I found my voice shaking in fear. I was all alone in a room with a mysterious stranger I had never seen before. This person kidnapped me from my house. He could be anything— a human trafficker or worst a sadist.

I gulped nervously while seeing in fascination that his eye color started to change slowly. The deep blue one turned completely into a yellow colour and that was when it hit me.

'He was the same man who came to my room unwelcome last night.'

'And most importantly... Humans eye colour never change.'

'That means...'

As if sensing my thoughts or noticing my soccer-sized eyeballs his lips twitched upward. I stared breathlessly when his gaze took me in— moving down from my face to my chest and his yellowish orbs darkened like nor'wester at sunset.

A curse left his mouth smoothly, "Fuck."

I blushed in embarrassment upon noticing my untidy position. One strap of my nightgown had slipped down from my shoulder, barely covering my nipples. I scolded myself for my habit of sleeping without a bra.

I sit upright on the bed while hugging the duvet close to my chest. His eyes followed my every movement like a predator and I was his prey. His gaze was calculative and collective.

Words stuck to my throat when I watched him stood up abruptly with his height almost twice as my size and taking baby steps toward me with all his majestic glory. He enjoyed my fear, I could feel it. I tried to back away to create as much distance as possible between us. His intimidating aura scared me.

The bedsheet dipped beside me as he sit down and I felt my body trapped between him and the bedpost.

That was the time I knew that I was doomed.