Chapter 3: Oh no, I think I made a mistake
"What's all the commotion?" The voice of the man wearing nothing but designer and extremely expensive accessories echoed in that still and dark room.
He took a step into the room with his shining and custom-made leather shoe.
He stood tall and indifferent, staring at the scene in front of him with narrowed eyes.
"Is no one going to answer?" He asked, but unlike the rest of them who were frightened by his presence, I was beyond dazzled by the appearance of this man.
He was just as the novel had described him.
He was tall, menacing, and dominant, with black hair like the mane of a beautiful black horse, a chiseled chin, a thick black coat resting on his shoulders, and a black leather glove on just his right hand.
When I read that part, I wondered why he wouldn't just wear two to avoid people wondering why he wore just one glove.
Many assumed it was because of a scar on his right hand, and some said it was because he used that hand to do 'bad things', but I wasn't curious since I knew exactly why he wore the glove on his right hand. I read the entire novel, after all.
Anyway, if there was such a thing as a perfect human, then that would be him.
But, only in appearance, though, because I knew as hell who that man was and the kind of things he was capable of.
"Castor," the words suddenly slipped out softly through my lips and every eye fell on me. I gulped and once again, let out words from my mouth. "Are you really... Castor?"