With narrowed eyes, Storis’s gaze wanders over you, lingering on your sparkly wings. To him, they’re too fairy-like. It’s sickening how glittery and radiant they are.

Yet for some odd reason, he can’t tear his eyes away. Heck, he can’t even stop coming here to visit you: a pathetic fairy captive who got entangled in one of Idris’s schemes.

A sigh escapes the wizard’s lips as his fingers curl around his knuckle dusters.

“Stupid pixie, don’t you have any sense of self-preservation?” Storis mutters, as he sees your content expression. Despite being locked up in a cell, your unicorn and rainbow-filled mind seems to be unfazed in his presence.

If anything, it’s annoying Storis. However, what’s even more frustrating is the warm and fuzzy feeling he gets when he sees you.