Pexy stared blankly at him. He looked extremely intimidating. He was tall, broad and handsome. A thin scar ran across the side of his face, ending halfway between his brow and jaw. He had dark brown eyes that seemed to sparkle every time his eyebrows raised slightly. The only thing that separated his appearance from a normal human being was his skin colour. He appeared tan, but Pexy knew it was due to all the exercise he received. He wore a white mask over half his face, giving him a sinister appearance. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his expensive leather jacket. He looked at her coldly, his gaze lingering on her face for a little too long. Finally, his face relaxed. A smile graced his lips, revealing the rows of perfect, razor sharp teeth.
He approached her slowly, making sure to leave enough space between them so that she was able to back away. He stopped a metre away from her and bent down to meet her eyes. For a second, Pexy felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her veins, making her pulse accelerate. She tried not to show any emotions, because she wanted to stay composed. However, she feared she failed miserably. His gaze fell to her hands holding the case.
"What's in there?" he asked curiously.
She didn't respond, keeping her mouth shut firmly. He sighed and stood up again.
"I suppose I should've expected that." He gave her another cold glare before turning around and walking towards the car. He glanced back at her once more and flashed another smile, which she hoped wasn't visible beneath her mask. As soon as he stepped inside the car, the engine turned over and began driving. He glanced at her one final time, then shifted into drive.
The ride home was silent. After what felt like years, they arrived in front of his mansion. Pexy climbed out of the car without looking back.
"Enjoy your night," he said. His voice sounded even deeper when he spoke. He turned around and walked into the house.
Once he was gone, Pexy sank against the car seat. She felt dizzy. How could she have let something like this happen? She should never have come here. This place was full of bad memories. Memories involving her friends that were brutally murdered. Tears began to well up in her eyes and she quickly wiped them away. If she cried now, he would notice, and then there would be no stopping him. No matter how much he deserved everything coming to him. With a sigh, she made her way up to her apartment and unlocked her door. Stepping inside, she closed it behind her and locked it. She kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the couch. She didn't know how to deal with this; all she wanted to do was sleep, but she knew that wouldn't happen tonight. Instead she decided that, rather than sleeping, she'd watch something. There were many things in the television she didn't want to look at, but she found herself glued to the screen anyways. Even if she knew it was just going to make her feel worse.
It was past midnight by the time she heard the front door open. The TV was still playing, though she was sure the volume was turned down low. He came into view and paused momentarily, noticing that she wasn't asleep yet. He smirked before disappearing into the kitchen. After a few moments he reappeared with two cups of coffee, handing one to her before sitting next to her on the couch. Without hesitation she took a sip. Hot chocolate. Her favorite drink. After taking another sip, she placed it down on the end table beside them.
"You look exhausted," he commented after taking a swig of his own cup.
She shrugged lightly. "It's been a long day."
"You're not exactly known for working out regularly. What happened today?"
Pexy bit her lip. Was she really going to tell him about her friends? He must have seen some kind of emotion on her face, because he immediately sat up straight.
"Did someone die?" he asked bluntly.
Pexy shook her head.
"Then why did you run out crying?" His eyes narrowed.
Why couldn't she just tell him? Why did she have to keep this a secret? It felt stupid having it weighing on her chest. She knew he was trustworthy, but she also knew that he would be angry with her if he found out she lied to him. He may not believe in God, but he would certainly disapprove if she told him that she thought her best friend was dead.
She opened her mouth and swallowed hard. "My friends…"
His gaze softened and he placed a comforting hand on hers. Pexy felt herself tense. They hadn't touched since the day at the lake. It seemed like an eternity ago.
"Hey, don't think about it anymore okay?" he told her softly. She nodded and gave him a small smile. Despite what the media may claim, she could see the compassion and warmth in his eyes. She wished she could trust him as easily as he trusted her.
"I'm sorry for lying to you about my whereabouts earlier today," she blurted out quickly before she lost her nerve. It sounded forced, but she hoped he could understand. He simply smiled and squeezed her hand.
"I won't hold it against you."
"Thanks