I gasped when his eyes suddenly opened as soon as I touched his mask. He grabbed my hand and sat, moving away from me, and gave me the deadliest glare. I looked at him nervously.
I could feel his deadly glare piercing through my soul.
How should I escape from this?
"What do you think you're doing..." he snarled. There's a hint of annoyance in his voice. I felt something sting my chest from how he reacted, but I chose to set it aside and say my excuse.
"I—I was trying to wipe the sweat on your forehead," I said in a stuttering voice. I don't have to look behind his mask to know how much he's furrowing his brows right now. I can feel it just by looking at his deep brown eyes.
He's so strict...
...so heartless.
"I don't need you to wipe my sweat," he spat and released my hand. I looked
