He let go of his hand, held it against her throat, and walked forward calmly. The situation was too intimate, but she didn't dare to resist him, nor did she dare to look at the two people coming towards her.
He lowered his head, kissed her forehead, and pressed it against her ear...
Compared to her skin, it was cold and clammy. His mouth seemed warm,
She didn't know she was in this state. It's weird why I still realize this...
Intent: fictional historical sweet article