Renascence (M.K)

二十三

Y/n tensed, feeling the feather light touches of his fingertips on the skin of her chin then he lightly trace her jaw up to her heating cheek. She felt the great sensation.Through this man's delicate touch, it channeled an euphoria feeling that seems to ignite something inside of her.

Y/n's eyes sought a flutter of motion, fondly, admiring the breathtaking beauty of the man infront of her, immediately made her lose her own poise.

A man in midnight - black robe gracefully standing there. His short hair was wavy and pitch as ink. His locks fell forward, fanning his pale fair face. How y/n wanted to lift her hand and touch a strand, reveling in the softness it felt on her palm.

His plum red eyes were gleaming and clear as the spring waters and his thin lips wore a gentle smile, welcoming y/n in a congenial aura. He dressed and looked eminently noble indicating that his demeanour came from someone of high status.

He inclined his head, leveling it on her ear. Y/n shakes, not of fear, but of hankering for this man. She did not limit herself. Without thinking twice, she snaked her arms and draped it around his neck.

She slowly inhaled his faint aroma. She loved the way he smelled. That remarkable earthy scent fused with the sweet smell of lilac's fragrance was completely new to her and it immediately put an indelible mark inside her mind.

It was as if only his smell had the power to make her reach the summit of bliss. Y/n was now deluge with the moment she intimately shared together with him.

"I have been waiting for your return." His voice was deep and lulling to her ears. This man pressed his forehead against hers as his breath wafted instant warmth on her lips and neck. Her heart flutters a thousand times. Beguiled, she dreamily stared at his mesmerizing red irises and whispers his name.

She uttered his name but in her total surprise, she cannot hear the sound of his name escaping from her own lips.

It was as if it entirely prohibits her from audibly, hearing it.

The man flashed a soft and sincere smile at her. He softly let his slender fingers rake y/n's long jet black hair before those fingers caressed her bottom lip.

"Y/N." He called her name.

She jumped awake, her heart was beating quickly inside her chest. She sits up and felt almost losing balance for a second, her head was lightly spinning and the dryness of her throat gives her the sudden uncomfortable feeling.

Y/n chases her breath and rested her palm of her cold forehead, blinking her pair e/c eyes for a moment and heaving a sigh.

She thought that odd dream she had earlier seemed real, too real that it already ushered anxiety in her mind.

She cannot grasp the explanations behind of all of it but y/n sees that man to be also not a product of her own illusion.

Strangely, she can feel him in her dream. His every touch on her skin, the structure of his captivating face, the way his voice was laced with refined silk and thunder at the same time and those sole eyes of his, red jeopardizing ones yet undoubtedly, fascinating.

It won't leave her head. The way she felt his skin against her own and the manner how he have recited her given name holds a spellbound.

She perceived it to be very inexplicable.

She closed her eyes and suspire her breath. Gathering up all of her sparse memories together and fitting them into one conclusion, Y/n come to eventually realized that stranger; present in her unusual dream was also the similar man who she happen to stumble upon inside a beanery, not only he perfectly resembled the features of that man but y/n have finally recognized everything with no doubt, indeed it was him.