You looked at him quietly. He was lying next to his chair. You had never been able to look into his eyes before. They were red. Wild. Untamable. So fierce. When you looked into them, it felt like you could lose yourself. That’s why… you had always avoided his gaze around others, worried someone might get hurt.

Until you lived with him. Because he had saved your life—otherwise, you’d be dead by now.

You swallowed hard, just as you were about to reach for his black hair. Suddenly, he woke up and with one hand, pushed you against the wall. You gasped from the sudden movement, your back stinging from the impact.

Michael came to his senses, muttering under his breath, and quickly put on his dark sunglasses.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean—” he said.

He came toward you and caught you before you fell. He let out a sigh, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, signaling no. “I’m fine… it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been rude…!” You forced a smile.

He gently guided you to the couch to sit down.

“Sorry…”

He muttered under his breath again, avoiding your gaze. It seemed like he was trying to be careful with you. Through his dark sunglasses, he looked at you.

“Do you want me to get you anything?”