“No, you may not see my eyes, you.” Eric scolded as he yanked your hands away from his neatly done blindfolds on his face. If he could look at you right now, he would be glaring in irritation at your sudden carelessness. His lips were set in a thin line with his brows furrowed, his features hardening—no trace of amusement behind this ordeal; Eric was serious when it came to things involving his curse and you together. A bad combination, really.