Magnet of Fortune

"I don't know, maybe we should give this back. He seemed like a big shot."

Sett moved towards her, his dark hair contrasting against his golden eyes. Before she could react, he wrapped his hand around her waist. And a second later, she found herself stuck against the wall, her hands powerlessly pushing his chest.

His hands, one on both sides of her shoulder, trapped her in his world.

Sett didn't push further for a moment and just admired the blushing olive face, the dark hair that spilled across Zainah's face. He enjoyed the sight of her green eyes flickering towards Zarah in embarrassment, the way her arms powerlessly pushed his chest.

"What were you thinking when you used Game of Benefits on random people?" he asked, exasperated.

She looked at his chest guiltily. "I was too rash, I know."