Nervous

Stretching forth my hands and yawning, I rubbed my swollen eyes with my palms and when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw were those piercing silver eyes.

His piercing silver eyes were gazing right at me, and just like his room, my room was cold and emitted the sweet scent of fresh squeezed oranges. His unwavering cold and dark aura never seemed to leave his side, not even for once, no matter where he goes or stays. And, it was surprising that I never for once found it strange, or felt intimidated, rather I liked it. Especially the lovely scent his body always emitted, I just loved it. The only thing I still ain't quite used to were his piercing eyes.

Though I found his eyes beautiful, I couldn't deny the fact that they were quite daring but, I never felt scared or intimidated to gaze into them.

Not even for once.

This morning, he was looking extremely handsome.