Chapter 179
The man in front of us does not seem to be an old monster nor a creature from nightmares, but actually a very well kept youngster with black clothing, legs hugged tight by leather pants, a black silk blouse with a V opening that showed more than hid, stopping short from the belly button, and a wavy long black hair that shone more than the silk from his clothes.
By glaring does not go unnoticed when he looks at me, and an unsettling smile spreads on his lips as he says:
"My, such a place to meet my son's lover for the first time, how shameful of me come now, have a seat, let me get us a bit more light shall we?"
This man has a cocky attitude and a permanent smirk on his red smeared lips that makes me want to beat that smile out of his face, but even if trying to look harmless I still can feel the pressure his presence has, too much power for him to even hide completely.