The Party

I felt the weight of someone's gaze upon my shoulders. I tried to ignore the unsettling feeling aside but it only bothered me more. All eyes had been nailed on us the moment Ryze ushered me to the dance floor and that's when I felt someone's intently looking at me, there was something utterly familiar about the stare which I failed to fathom, call it instinct or something, but it was indeed familiar.

Ryze was the third oldest among my eight brothers and by far the most good-looking. Without a doubt my brothers are all refined men with striking features but Rhyze has a smooth, angelic face which I find attractive.

He has soft phoenix eyes who appeared lively all the time. It was framed by perfectly arched eyelashes that could make a woman green with envy, and sometimes on the unfortunate side, made our younger brothers tease him frequently.