What are you doing to me?

The question scares me. The exact same amount of fright that was produced in my veins when I felt myself falling for the man. I don't dare look into his eyes while I answer, "I do not know."

"Are you being honest?"

Was I?

I shake my head to his question.

His chuckle brightens up the moonlight room whilst I begin to fiddle with my fingers and think of the best way I could handle this stranger danger. It was stranger danger for me, because I barely knew this person.

As I look up to his eyes, he speaks something rare which makes my heart jump a beat. Was it love that I read in his eyes?

"I- I'm sorry." Quickly gathering myself, I sit up and escape his vision while my back faces his curious gaze. I could not possibly explain to him that I was beginning to fall into the depths of his sea of love. Even if it was as deep as the earth's core and as deadly as a black hole, my mission against him shall disagree with our love story. I did not want to be a betrayer. The title of traitor was enou