A strange fate (part.2)

The elegant man glanced briefly at his assistant and took a sip of coffee, only to look away from the worried eyes of the other man.

"Don't call me Duke, just Lord Roho or Young Master" a man who looked to be in his thirties, with short blue hair like the summer sky, almond-shaped eyes with long pale lashes that contrasted with the dark amber-black skin, and purple irises replied in a reproachful tone.

"But Duke, this is dangerous…" the assistant wanted to insist.

"We're in disguise, so behave like a businessman and his secretary. It's not that hard, Chisulo" Roho said even more seriously, as he took a stuffed biscuit and put it in his mouth, the crumbs spread across his lips full of cherry pink, making him run his tongue under his lips leaving them even brighter.

"Duke..."