Dusk wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He had no intention of taking revenge or anything of the sort.
After all, it wasn't worth jeopardizing his long-term plans over a single punch.
'I should be more cautious around her from now on. Getting hit by this hot-tempered girl won't do me any good anyway.'
In his opinion, keeping his distance and minimizing interactions with her in the future would be for the best. If she didn't allow it, well… He'd just have to endure.
Right now, he was in a weaker position — and those in a weaker position had no right to demand what they wanted.
At that moment, she stepped right in front of him, their faces close enough that he could feel her breath brushing against his skin.
To an average person, having such a beauty so near might stir up a few emotions, but all Dusk felt was pain.
Her teasing eyes lingered on him, making his face darken.
"What… exactly do you want from me?" he asked.
