"...."
"Hahahaha—gah!!"
Selene didn't stop laughing even as I pressed the sword against her throat.
Her cyan hair sprawled out beneath her like a fan of moonlight, her body relaxed against the floor as if this was a joke to her.
"Tsk."
I clicked my tongue, the ice sword on my hand dissipating into countless pieces scattering like broken snow across her body.
Her grin only widened.
"What? Giving up already?" she asked, head tilted slightly.
"That's no fun."
She lay there with her arms spread like a martyr, smiling up at me as if she were the one holding the sword.
And damn it...
'She really is beautiful.'
Her face seemed flawless, her skin resembling porcelain—slightly pink yet perfect. She had a smooth jaw and a small upturned nose; her straight eyelashes were as dark as ink, and her eyes were thickly outlined in black.
"Enjoying the view~?"
She teased, voice honeyed and sharp at the same time.
I met her eyes at that moment..
"Yes."
