Mystery Box

Hermione stood appalled at the way he looked, her eyes drank in the sight of his naked upper body, it went wide in shock.

His masculine, and broad chest shone perfectly under the moon's red light, making it appear more attractive, her curiosity carried her gaze further, it followed the thin straight line going down to his torso. She paused there, not wanting to know what goes below that thin waist.

Trailing back upwards she took notice of the packs that popped out on his stomach, they were six if she counted correctly she gazed at those tort muscles which seemed to be screaming for her attention. God this was sinful! Especially those erotic collar bones. Oh Lord!

It was her first time seeing a man this way so she naturally took in the sight, satiating her curiosity. Unaware that the subject of her curiosity was staring back at her with a proud-full smirk gracing his lips.

Servyn knew the effects his body had on her, after all her eyes were still virgin to all this.

"You should pull yours too." He intoned in an attempt to tease her.

Hermione shyly looked away, realizing she had been caught staring. "You should not joke like that, it is not funny." She countered with a serious expression, darting her eyes around to regain her composure. She felt the red paint her cheeks.

Servyn chuckled darkly. He took a few steps towards her as he watched her move backwards, increasing the distance between them. "The woods." He pointed out with a smirk. When she gave them, he chuckled again, moving his head sideways in amusement.

He crouched down, striking the woods together to make a fire which he was successful in, in a single try.

He then stood and walked over to his clothes laying on the floor, exposing his bare back to her.

Hermione hurriedly peeled her eyes away and took her seat on the wooden ground next to the fire. The heat provided the enough warmth she needed, while she listened to the pitter patter of the rain. It was soothing.

Never ever, in this unlucky life of hers had she ever thought that she will one day be in an enclosed space with the Crown Prince of their kingdom, seeing him half naked, as a matter of fact.

Other ladies might count it as luck, but she thought of it as nothing but trouble. A trouble that she would love to avoid immediately the rain stops.

Hermione heard his footsteps approaching from behind, his tall shadow looming over her before she saw his body crouch down beside her, leaving some distance which she was grateful for.

Hermione's eyes flew to the window to check for any possible signs of the rain stopping but the was none. It continued to pour and hammer heavily as if it was not going to end tonight. She could still view the red moon from where she sat.

She turned to him to continue her questions, but was immediately startled as she caught him staring at with those unfathomable eyes of his, he wore a serious expression on.

Hermione was caught spellbound for a minute before diverting her gaze and clearing her throat.

His eyes seemed to ignite a different type of fire in her. She wished time can just move on rapidly. She was right about her theory of not being in the same space with him, only that she had not planned to test it. But here comes luck again. She really needed to stay clear from him.

Now she did not see him as any mere trouble, instead he spelt the words danger! To her.

Hermione turned her attention to the burning light Infront of them. She could still feel his gaze on her, but she decided to ignore it. Running her tongue against her lips, she asked. "How can one tell the creatures when they are not in their true form?" She rushed to alleviate her mood. The was a feeling crawling up her chest which she was not customed to. Nervousness.

"You seem too interested in them, don't you think?" He grinned

Silence, she did not reply.

Sevyn continued anyway. "The demons, you can tell from their eyes. It looks more unreal than that of the humans."

'Like yours.' Hermione wanted to say, but she bit back the words.

Servyn smiled, licking his cold lips while nodding.

"And for the witches?" She questioned.

"For the witches…they are mostly enchantedly and equisitely beautiful." He paused, and his gaze met hers. "Like you." He spouted.

And they were at it again. Staring lostly at each other with absolutely nothing to say.

Servyn marvelled at the sight of those big dark eyes, which always manage to keep him captive. He sometimes doubt his senses, unsure if they were failing him regarding her.

If she was not a witch, how then does she manage to do this to him without any spells.

Servyn kept searching into her eyes, as if the answer to his question were hidden somewhere there.

But all he could see was pure innocence, an untinted soul that has not been touched or stained. He did not want to be the one to tint it, neither did he want anybody else to.

He wanted her the way she is, and by that, he has to keep away from her. But…..

That was difficult. Everything about her pulls him in. The way she talks, her frowns, her furrowed brows, her expressions, her tense shoulders when something unexpected happens, and…what goes on in her mind. It all draws him in.

She was a whole mystery box which he wants to unravel at once.

Servyn inwardly laughed when he recalled the fact that she wanted running away from him when she found out his identity.

There is no escape for now, atleast till he figures out what it is about her that magnets his interest and curiosity. And he needed to as soon as possible. Reason being that, he does not plan on keeping her for long.