Chapter 113: His Secrets
(Arata)
"I do love dark shades but my room is my sanctuary where I feel most relaxed and at peace. The lighter shades help build up the quietude and repose. That’s why I opted for these tones," he gradually explained.
It made perfect sense. Black just absorbed every light and made everything appear grim and dull. With his personality, he certainly needed to be surrounded less by that colour so he could be cheerful at times.
"Why keep the door black?" I couldn’t help but ask, still holding the cookie jar hostage.
He extended his hand and requested.
"Let me have my cookies and I will explain."
I extended the jar towards him and he accepted, his rough fingertips merely brushing against my fingers like tiny cackling electric sparks.
Taking the jar, Karsten walked away and proudly placed it on his coffee table before sprawling himself on his extremely comfortable-looking sofa. Placing his arm on the curved back of his sofa he patted the space beside him with his other hand, inviting me forward.
Quietly, I moved, and his glazed eyes followed my every movement.
Nervous! This man made me nervous.
I pushed a lock of hair back so my hands weren’t idle. The walk seemed to last an hour with him not even blinking and keeping his face as blank as he could. Only his soot-black eyes held unwavering emotions.