Betrothed
Third Person’s POV
“Who are you?”
Regis voice filled with cold indifference and the huge contrast of the flickering emotions on his pale blue pupils occupied all of Nem’s senses.
The soft and gentle countenance in Regis’ unconscious state, and the hard cold exterior coupled with his magnetic voice and alluring eyes when awake felt like she is in between a warm and cold place.
Seeing the dazed expression of the strange girl that he had saved from the humanoid beasts, Regis’ eyes narrowed slightly thinking back to what happened that led him to enter in a coma state.
The overwhelming smell of rustic blood chaotically disrupting his mentality along with the usage of his physical body to endure the bestial transformation drained him with nothing but a blank out and weary body.
