"Then let me make you feel at home"
I stare the man in front of me looking so presentable and well mannered. His charming smile is comforting, he looks like someone who is calm natured, a man who is serious at everything. Someone who doesn't know how to play around. He seems kind and gentleman, the way he look at me and smile at me. It feels like he know me even before we meet each other.
But despite how good looking he is, despite having a swoon worthy qualities. I don't feel anything. I couldn't feel the fast beating of my heart, I couldn't feel my lips curved into a smile. There is no fluttering feeling. I couldn't feel any emotion. And I know the reason why. Because he is not Seviro. He is not my Seviro. No matter how I try to see myself in his eyes, there's no visible reflection of me.
