He Is An Apex Predator
His eyes collides with mine.
There is nothing but loud silence around us. Time seems to be slowly stopping. His gaze is cold and feral.
I am still staring into his eyes. They are not black. I don't think they are blue either. It feels like I am being drawn in by an invisible force. I don't look away from those eyes. I do not even remember to.
Am I in a time freeze like the one casted by that powerful wizard in the movies, Dungeons and Dragons?
He looks away first. Taking his attention back to the boy whose head he is damaging. Thereby breaking the spell-like eye contact.
Only then did I remember that I should be terrified. The sight of blood did not make me feel dizzy and faint like it always does. Is it because I am too frozen with fear and terror? I find Maverick holding my hand on the table. He is looking troubled. "I was pinching you the whole time to stop staring at him but you did not even bulge!
