‘You have pretty eyes’. their words rang out in Blaise’s head, they had for days, ever since those few words had been uttered to him. It was maddening, flustering, everything he shouldn’t be feeling, everything he tried to avoid for his own safety.

But lately, his actions and words, his mind and heart.. he found himself being pulled by something. An invisible force that consistently and constantly pulled him towards them. He loved it and loathed it.. or at least he told himself he loathed it.