163, like a fire went out, brown puppy

Eyes met, entangled momentarily.

In his eyes, there seemed to be confusion, his irises a light brown, glistening under the crystal light with a trace of brilliant starlight.

Hannah thought to herself:

The Creator is indeed biased.

He was given a handsome face, such beautiful eyes, and hair that looked so soft to touch.

She had just withdrawn her gaze when she heard a soft call from behind, "Sister."

William was there.

"You've been drinking, I should take you home."

"Don't you have a social engagement?"

"Old clients, it's no bother."

William carried an air of frost, exceptionally eye-catching wherever he went. His intense presence silenced the group who were chatting merrily moments ago. They watched as he walked away before anyone dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Didn't Mr. Hale just go in? How come he's out again? That scared me."

"He's sending his cousin home."