MATERD TO THE SON OF THE DEMON KING
The black veins on his neck receded, and the terrifying crimson glow in his eyes faded back into a soft, calm green.
We stayed like that for several minutes, wrapped in each other's arms in the freezing, dark arena, the absolute silence of the room punctuated only by our synchronized breathing. I felt entirely safe in his hold, a realization that terrified me far more than his demonic nature.
Slowly, Timothee loosened his grip, allowing me to pull back slightly so I could look up at him. His face was pale, sweat dampening his dark hair, but his breathing was normal again.