Appealing To His Gaze
i had to move .
so I shoved myself forward, one foot after the other, dragging my ass down the hallway. thinking maybe i’d hit the kitchen, grab coffee, scream into a mug or something. But I didn't even make it past the hall before I caught it— that look .
Timone was standing like a statue leaned against the wall, hoodie sleeves tugged over his hands, face blank, but his eyes—those eyes were straight ice . no smile. no snark. nothing cute or flirty. just sharp, cold, angry .