"Why aren't you back in your house resting? Do you not sleep at all?"
At this point, I was just amazed. First, by his rudeness, second, by his work ethic. I wanted to think that he was just doing this on a whim and he's bored enough so he opted to— I don't know, trespass on the Herman soil?
But this is Lukas. Why on earth would he be here? This guy is absolutely loyal to himself and his job. If he wanted to waste ti, he wouldn't co here. There is nothing to see here!
So he's probably telling the truth that he's guarding right now.
But why?!
He then leaned to the wall near the fireplace and rubbed his chin in thought.
"I was sleeping earlier but then soone blasted the moon."
"Are you serious? Where did you even sleep?--" A thought then slipped to my mind which made stare at him in astonishnt, "Don't tell you have been here all along?"
"..."
Lukas did not reply, further boosting my assumption.
"Lukas!" I couldn't help but berate him.
He frowned as soon as my voice raised and knotted his brows in displeasure
"Why do you keep shouting?"
"Because you're an idiot!" was my instant reply.
Who on earth would even do what he did? I bet he slept on the roof or sowhere outside the mansion near my room. Or he could have been on the balcony all this ti. Who knows when he started doing that? I won't even get to know any of this until now if I haven't confronted him.
Lukas seed surprised to hear calling him an idiot but only for a second.
"Hoh? You're getting bolder."
"You need to leave, your grace," I imdiately changed my tune and reminded him.
Lukas fixed his gaze on which I boldly t. Red to purple, our eyes locked to one another. One was curious while the other was defiant.
The clock kept ticking and the wind howled outside. It found its way inside from the opened door on the balcony and made the room biting cold.
At first, I was just holding my ground, wanting to show him that I'm serious. But the longer I stared, the more I felt like I was being pulled in. It's strange and hypnotic. I get to notice so things I didn't see before. I also realized that yes, Lukas is one fine man.
For starters, I already know that. That's what makes it crazy. I am aware that he is handso, everyone around is, and I accepted that fact. It's programd in , way before. And because I am already aware of it, I didn't have to think about it when we t.
But right now, as I look at him, I get to appreciate it more.
The room wasn't that bright with only the lamp as a light source. It cast shadows on his face, making him look more mysterious. The shirt he was wearing was a bit opened, showing so skin on his chest where you could see a part of his tattoo that goes up to the side of his neck. He looks effortlessly wicked. Even without doing anything, you would know that he is not a gentle person at all. He's dark, devious, arrogant to his bones.
All those negative adjectives should make him look bad, but no…
He's veeeery attractive.
When that thought struck, I was dumbfounded by myself afterward. I suddenly got nervous as I started being conscious of him. And that's a big deal to soone who is always surrounded by attractive people.
My attention was hooked, for sure. I couldn't even hear anything else but the fast beating of my heart, however absurd that is.
My anima stirred in response but I was too distracted to understand it. Feeling my cheeks starting to burn, I imdiately averted my gaze from him and started questioning my state of mind.
I was seriously about to have an existential crisis in silence.
? Getting conscious of a man? Why am I reacting this way? What's wrong with ?
"It's still snowing outside. If I go out I will freeze to death. Why are you so cruel?" Lukas' playful voice entered my ears, waking up from my montary distraction.
I looked at him with a deadpan expression, trying to act fine.
"Don't give that bullshit, you don't feel cold."
I thought that my remark was very witty, I'm almost proud of it. But when you take into account that what I just said was not a known case and only a selected few know, add the fact that I'm particularly a stranger to him, telling him that is not a good choice at all.
I should have known better than to mindlessly open my mouth.
Lukas is already suspicious of and not even a day has passed yet, and here I am biting my own foot, again.
"..."
"..."
Lukas' playful aura darkened. It was instantaneous, scaring the living daylights out of . His eyes seed to combust with dark fires as he gave a dirty look as sharp as a knife.
"Your brother told you so?" He uttered dangerously.
"..."
Is it late to sew my mouth shut? Can the ground swallow now?
Lukas sauntered towards , looking like the devil who's out for my soul. Every step he took was like a hamr pumling my chest. My whole body was tense as I tried to step back so I could widen our distance. But this made Lukas angrier, narrowing his eyes on as a warning.
Welp—
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
He was now in front of , invading my personal space. His ominous mood was stagnating the air around , robbing of my breath.
With him being like this, I'd rather stay mute than say sothing stupid and enrage this bull again.
So I did. I remained silent, avoiding his eyes and all. What can I say? Should I confess that I learned all of his quirks in the novel? Should I tell him he's a character from that said novel? Should I go and declare I may or may not be from here?
What can I say?
"..."
Sotis, you just have to shut up and pretend you're deaf.
Is it a great idea? Certainly not.
Would it make him angrier? Definitely.
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