Chapter 27: Differences
Rage.
Indifference.
Suspicion.
Murderous intent.
The moment Julius found the last emotion in Rafael’s pale, lavender eyes, he felt a chilling calm wash over him, extinguishing the fiery inferno of anger that had consumed him.
He scrutinized the beautiful face before him as if seeing Rafael for the first time.
Indisputably, Rafael was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, bar none.
When they first met, Rafael was only twelve, a scrawny, feral cat with a crippled leg, baring his teeth and wary of his every move, daring to brandish his half-grown claws at him. Once he’d been cleaned up, even though the cat was still thin, his beauty was evident, like an angel carefully painted on a fresco.
As he grew older, his beauty that could illuminate Florence gradually emerged. What a beautiful child! Everyone who saw him could not help but sigh in admiration.