Oh, he was mildly offended.
No, he was actually very much offended.
Mydei had never been one to dwell on wounded pride, but this? This was a slight he couldn’t simply let pass. One moment, he had been leaning in, the warmth of the moment settling between you like the hush before a storm, and the next — air. Nothing but the ghost of what should have been, the space where your lips should have met his.
His breath hitched, though his expression remained unreadable. His hand, once so sure, hovered near your cheek before curling slowly into a loose fist, retreating as if burned. You had moved — dodged — and the realization settled into his chest like an ember sparking into something dangerously close to resentment.
You dodged his kiss. Oh, he was infuriated but determined.
“Hah,” A quiet chuckle left his lips, low and laced with something unreadable. He tilted his head, studying you with the careful gaze of a man deciding whether to be amused or insulted. “Was that intentional?”
There was a simper etched on your lips as you looked up at him, had the decency to look so confused with his reaction, it’s as if you had never evaded his affection. But Mydei was not a man who missed his mark, much less had his own affection dodged nor unreciprocated. You’ll pay for that.
Not in anger. No, he was far more refined than that. But in patience. In the slow and deliberate way he would make sure you never got the chance to pull away again. Because now, he wasn’t just thinking about the kiss he almost had.
He was thinking about how he'd make sure the next one would be inevitable.