"I waited for you the whole night, where were you? I just got home from the hopsital and it is your son's first time to be home too. You should be spending your time with us instead of that human girl," Cinderella gritted her teeth as Dominus entered the premises, his shirt opened with missing buttons, his hair dishelved, alcohol strong on him.
Dominus ignored her as she followed him inside his room. He stopped when she entered the room.
"Get out," he looked at her with dead eyes, his lips and cheeks with smeared red lipstick, and the scent of her enemy mixed with alcohol.
"What did you say?" she couldn't believe what she heard. Surely she has a right to be here inside his room, which should have been their room if he was only even half as decent as he appeared to be.
"I said, get out of my room now," his voice was calm but there was danger in his eyes, in the way it catches the early morning sun. He appears to be ever indignant.
