I Failed You

The human transformed as a wolf looked strikingly attractive to her sight and moving her eyes away from him felt like a sin. 

His hair was tied in a man-bun. Some strands were loosely cascading on his nape. His chiseled arms and strong wrists were tied with colorful threads. The teeth of some predatory animal have been ripped out and worn around his neck with a lace. He has worn nothing on his sculpted rugged upper body and oversized cotton-made palazzo on his lower body. He appeared ancient. Some orange streaks drew on his temple. A red dot of thumb on his throat. His wrists were sculpted. He stood in front of her, appearing tall, dominating with his gaze. She had nothing in her hands to defend when he raised his hand, holding a fistful of her hair. She didn't move her eyes away from him. If she is going to die, then she wants a fearless death. It was her last wish. But then she felt something metallic in her hand and she looked down. It was a dagger.