Chapter 7: The Enigmatic Mr Karsten
(Arata)
The first impression of his office was the noticeably low intensity of lights. The air was heavy with tension as I scrambled forward towards Mr Karsten's desk.
My eyes lifted and I glanced in the direction of the man who was such an enigma in the fashion industry.
He sat with his body angled at 5'o clock. The glass on the window behind him was such a dark shade of blue that it almost seemed black. The little light it let seep in highlighted his sharp features.
He was even more handsome in real life than he seemed on screen.
An aristocratic nose, that held the hints of pride. The pointed tip was almost kissed by the front fringe of his lustrous coal-black hair. Such dense colour as if the essence of the untameable darkness had been caught in them. Slightly damp they glistened under the light like a midnight lake where the ripples of water sparkled under the starry light.
High cheekbones and a deep-cut jaw as if with a razor to shape it. There was no hint of a smile or smirk on his face. Just a casual hint of disinterest.
Was it for me or the world in particular?
I would find out soon enough.
But it was his eyes that made my heart skip the first beat. Just like his hair, the irises were the colour of an obsidian blade that would cut you deep and fatally. They took me in from my hair to my shoes, slowly as if scanning me for hidden weapons I might have sneaked into his office.
Unnerving and unsettling, there was this uneasiness and yet something hauntingly beautiful in his gaze.