Like a gazelle surrounded by wild dogs, I sat on a black velvet sofa. A cushion so soft, I do not need a bed to sleep in this house anymore.
More like a castle with how huge and regal it looks from inside out.
As I sat in the middle of the room, the three brothers enters the room with William, the eldest with darker features from both of them, donning a heavier but neatly kept beard, thick black hair and intense grey gaze that just shoots my nerves to a whole new level.
Meanwhile, Marcus just slam his bottom next to me, arms stretch wide to the arms of the sofa and the other was laying on the top of the couch.
He stare at me with a wolfing grin. Blue eyes that reminds me of the calm yet scary ocean glued to me and I just stare forward.
Refuse to let him know how his gaze affects me so.
Elijah on the other hand was more curious than interested in ny existence in that mansion.
