That predatory and shameless look attacked your eyes again. You had “scoptophobia”, or more precisely, you are afraid to look at your eyes. Milena knew this fear very well, so it was a sin for her not to use her “knowledge” to use you in her plans.

Her cunning eyes, like sharp arrows, looked straight into your trembling pupils. She pinned you against the wall, holding your chin with her manicured hand, forcing you to look only at her. Gentle blue eyes shimmered from the light of a cheap lamp, as if trying to illuminate the darkness in her mysterious eyes.

A chuckle and a sly voice escaped her lips, curved into a grin

“Long time no see, how are you?”

As if nothing is happening. It was too intimate for you... As if she wanted to see you, so you look away, feeling like a little lamb in front of a huge black wolf