1• Crimson ENCHANTMENT

"Don't be too humble,

don't be too rude. 

Just treat people according

to their attitude". 

ZAFIRA 

...

In a cold dark room, she was standing for the past. Her eyes moved around the space until they finally rested on the unfamiliar, rough-looking faces who were staring at her coldly. 

She pressed her lips together and remained still and was not showing any emotion or saying a word.

The silence in the room was heavy and the tension hung thick in the air. Despite the stares piercing into her, she didn't flinch. 

Her hands were clenched at her sides but she kept her posture firm and refused to show any sign of weakness. 

One of the men stepped forward as his eyes narrowed as he studied her but she met his gaze without wavering. Still, she said nothing, waiting for what would come next.

The man took another step closer and his expression had a mixture of curiosity and annoyance as he said in a low threatening tone, "You think you are brave, don't you?".

"I know what I am. You don't need to tell me anything', She thought but didn't voice out as her heart was racing in her chest.

She was scared and slightly trembling but her face remained impassive.

The bulky man scoffed while glancing back at the others, who seemed to find her silence amusing. 

"She is interesting", one of them said. 

"You are in no position to act tough. You should know what happens to people like you", the bulky mam continued as he had a smirk dancing on his lips.

But she held her ground and determined not to show fear. 

Inside, she was preparing herself for whatever they had planned, knowing she needed to stay strong.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted as a tall, masculine figure stepped into the room. 

His presence was commanding and instantly drawing the attention of everyone inside. 

The rough faces of bulky men turned to him and their expressions shifted from amusement to respect.

The tall man wore a dark coat that emphasized his broad shoulders and his gaze was intense as he scanned the scene before him. 

She felt a strange mix of relief and apprehension at his arrival.

"What's going on here?", He asked in an authoritative, cold tone. 

All men immediately straightened and she sensed a tension in the air as they responded to him.

She kept her eyes on him as she was curious about who he was. 

The man who had entered the room fixed his gaze on her and she felt a chill run down her spine. 

His cognac eyes were sharp and assessing her with a mixture of interest and scrutiny. 

The moment their eyes met, everything else seemed to blur into the background. 

He stood tall and his piercing gaze locked onto hers, and it felt as though time had slowed. 

His presence was overwhelming, like a force pulling her toward him. She felt her heart race as she was unable to look away. 

Her delicate facial features, loose strands of golden brown hair and there was something about the way she carried herself- was graceful yet unknowingly alluring, that held his attention. 

His gaze bore into hers. 'She is Beautiful'.

His sharp jawline, confident stance, and the way his lips curled into the faintest of smiles stirred something deep inside her. 

Her gaze didn't waver either. 

'He is Mesmerizing'

However, She wasn't used to feeling this drawn to someone but at that moment, it was as if he was the only person in the room. 

He noticed the subtle way her breath hitched and the way her fingers grazed her lips in nervousness. 

She was beautiful, more than he had ever imagined and every part of him was drawn to her in a way that defied logic. 

She felt the same and was caught in the spell of his presence as she was unable to think straight and her body was responding to the heat of his gaze. 

There was no need for words; the connection was instant, raw, and undeniable. 

They were utterly captivated and enchanted by a CRIMSON force beyond their control.

She immediately looked away and he cleared his throat and asked while turning to the group of henchmen, "Who is she?".

One of the rough men stepped forward as he was trying to assert himself. 

"A prisoner we found", Henchmen replied dismissively.

The man raised an eyebrow as he was clearly unimpressed as he said in a cold tone, "A prisoner? You've brought her here for a reason. Speak up".

The other henchmen exchanged uneasy glances and she could see their confidence waning under his gaze.

"She... she doesn't seem scared after seeing you killing the Cooper's people", one of them finally stammered.

The man's lips curled into a slight smirk and responded, "That's interesting. I like a challenge". 

He took a step closer to her and his demeanor shifted from intimidating to intriguing as he asked in his softer but commanding tone, "What's your name, little one?". 

For a moment, she hesitated to think about the situation deeply. 

'Should she trust him or keep her guard up?'

After a moment of hesitation, she decided to answer him in a firm tone, "My name is Zafira Wilder".

The man studied her for a long moment, as if her name held some significance. 

"Zafira", He repeated as he let the name roll off his tongue. 

When he said her name, it sent a shock through her body; not loud or violent, but something deep and startling.

For the first time, something stirred within her; something she couldn't name, something fragile yet fierce.

It wasn't just a name.

It was the way he said it.

It was Something darker. Something dangerous.

Like a beginning… or a warning.

... 

Thank you 

ShineeSunshine ♥️