Blood slowly rolled down Cyrus's nostrils and he touched it with a shaking hand. He looked at his own blood on his finger, his vision not so clear from the impact, and was shocked.
He didn't think it would come to this. How was it fair? His face was beating like it was completely connected to his heart and he couldn't feel the skin clearly. It was as if that entire area had gone numb from the impact.
It hurt a lot. Why did he have to be so brutal when all he did was like a man?
"I know you think that I'm being brutal but this little is nothing compared to what will happen to you once his Royal Highness finds out. So for the sake of your own life, kill those feelings." Steve warned and turned to walk away from him.
Cyrus fell on his knees, his body trembling with anger and fear. He didn't want to recline to those words and he definitely didn't want to die either but he decided to be stubborn and go ahead to confess his feelings.