As we continued our sparring, the atmosphere around us abruptly shifted, and there was a sudden awkward tension looming in the air between us.
For some reason, I couldn’t help but acknowledge that it could possibly be due to Daemon being a destruction in his slimfit black sando that perfectly shapes his toned abs. I shouldn’t even be thinking about it but at this point, it was pretty hard to ignore looking into it.
I would be a liar if I would say that it was not worthy to look at, true the Alpha King was beautiful. There were so many times when I have already accepted that, but there was no denying that beneath his beautiful mask lies the demon I loathed.
Each of Daemon’s movements was precise and powerful, and I found myself falling into the rhythm of our practice. But something else
