Somehow, what Yueul said seemed to be coming true.
The heat coursing through Wooheon’s body gradually subsided.
The black mamba scales, once vivid and menacing, started to fade.
His even breaths brought a fleeting thought to his mind: ‘It’s warmer than I expected.’
‘What? Warmer? Isn’t that obvious? Cause anthropomorph body temperatures are naturally higher than humans’...’
He stopped the train of thought and opened his eyes lazily.
It felt as though something cold and rigid was meeting warmth, softening and melting away.
Yet, it wasn’t his body that was warming—it was something deep within him, though he refused to admit it.
Annoyed by the unnecessary thoughts clouding his mind, Wooheon’s gaze grew sharper.
His sharp eyes darkened further, a stark contrast to the typically round and cute eyes characteristic of most black mambas—a trait Wooheon never possessed.
‘This isn’t working. A hug isn’t the answer.’
