Chapter 17: Hey shorty
Silas's POV
I saw a handsome guy standing in front of me. His hair was black, and his eyes were too, but they felt like an endless ocean. His skin was fair, and he had a well-built body.
He was wearing a gray shirt over a black t-shirt, paired with black pants. A white wolf's face tattoo was visible on his neckline. Despite his stylish outfit, he was only wearing casual slippers.
A strong lavender scent filled the air—I was sure he had applied perfume.
"Who are you?" I asked. Of course, he had disturbed my sleep, so I had every right to ask.
As soon as I spoke, his eyes locked onto mine. I knew he was tall, but there was no need to look down at me as if I were that short. At the very least, I could see a little above his stomach without looking up, meaning my height was average.
"Shorty, are you the one who signed the contract today?"
He started rubbing his thumbnail against his eyebrow while asking. I had no idea who he was, but I had a feeling he was here to bully me.
I had seen enough movies where seniors bullied juniors. Yet, there was something about his face—it felt familiar, like I had seen him somewhere before.
"Don't you dare call me shorty, senior! If you try to bully me, I won't spare you!"
Hearing my words, he burst into laughter.