The strong scent of alcohol mixed with the aura of male hormones hits her face, and Enna Clark braces a hand against his chest, furrowing her brows and struggling as she sternly rebukes, "Baron Lawrence, let go of me!"
The man gripping her wrist, trapping her between the sofas, has blood-red eagle-like eyes and an exquisitely handsome face even angrier than hers, gritting his teeth and letting out a low roar, "No!"
"Enna, don't even think about me letting go, dream on!"
Enna is stunned by his roar, her eardrums buzzing. After being momentarily dazed, she regains her senses and is so angered that she laughs, "I know you're not drunk, don't act crazy here, let go!"
As she speaks, she reaches to pull at the hand pressing on her shoulder, her laughter filled with anger seeming particularly cold in the eyes of the man looking down on her.
Baron's wrist is tugged at forcefully by her a few times, but he doesn't budge.
