#but brief...

[ chin ] for your muse to gently grab my muses chin.

Swat! The heat of his core radiates in the brief contact, denying the stranger her target. Like a child must know not to touch a hot surface, greedy human hands should learn not to lay their touch where they do not belong. His stare burns down into her skull, discouraging any further attempt to try that again. ❛ I will take it. ❜, A solemn promise uttered in an unperturbed tone, 

                 ❛ And have it kill you. ❜