Aira? Sugar? Honey, wake up. A voice spoke softly, feeling its warm fibers gently caressing her cheeks. Her eyes shot open , jolting herself in a sitting position and quickly slapping the man's hand away.
"Don't you dare touch me again." Aira growled warningly. The man's pale lips stretched into a tremendous smirk. His eyes glowing neon green, his black hair sitting messily on top of his head.
Don't be so cold, sugar. We didn't finish what we were talking about the other day, didn't we? The voice spoke, his smirk still painted across his lips.
"We didn't need to, did we?" She countered back with a shot of a glare. Sending daggers to his direction.
Maybe. The man spoke, tease leeks through his tone. He stood and turned around. Once he did, three sphere-like object appeared beside him. Each contains an image-scenario of her family, Kurt and Ian.
"What? What is this?!" Aira growled, knowing that something bad is bound to happen.
Oh, sugar. I don't think you want to know what these are. The man smirked once he faced her. His arms crossed against his chest as he stood high and tall in front of her.
Aira stand, refusing to let him think that he's superior of everything. She crossed her arms across her chest, "What're you plotting?" The man's grim grew wider in such a creepy, uncomfortable way.
