⇢︎ prologυe

If there's one thing Y/n wanted to hate most, it would be Druig. The way his face crinkled under his eyes when he smirked, the way his striking eyes would glisten the most marvelous pigment of lustrous gold.

Everything about him made her want to jump off a cliff, but the feeling wasn't mutual.

In his eyes, she was someone he yearned to decipher, someone he craved to know more about. Unfortunately, his objective would not be that effortless.

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"You just intrigue me, darling," Druig admitted, expecting a reaction from the new nickname. Holding back a flustered reaction, she resumed scrutinizing the earth, hoping if she stared long enough, he'd saunter away.

Being Druig, he reacted the exact opposite.

"I'll get a wonderful reaction out of you, darling. Someday." Druig said, appreciating the strands of hair that framed her face.

"You'll be waiting a lifetime then," she acknowledged as her stare did not falter, restraining the laughter that desperately wanted to be released.