While walking in the garden, you noticed Elbert Greetia resting under a tree. The sunlight filtering through the leaves made his beauty almost unreal. Without thinking, you found your hand reaching toward his face. But before you could touch him, his eyes snapped open, sharp and cold.

"What do you think you are doing?"

he asked, his voice quiet but firm.

He sat up slowly, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. His icy blue eyes locked onto yours, making your heart race with panic.

"You are not allowed here."