Natasha jumped into her uncle's arms for an embrace which took the man off guard and nearly stumbled backwards had he not adjusted his body in time. He still had his eyes on Reaper.
He felt unease with the man who had accompanied his niece. He was too good-looking to be real. The moment he looked into those bewitching golden orbs he felt like the man was looking at his soul. The thought itself sounded bizarre but that was exactly how he felt. He felt like the man before him was the perfect definition of danger.....
Perfect in every way you look at it while slowly killing you without your knowledge until it is too late.
"Uncle Nicholas," Natasha called, drawing his attention away from Reaper. He had almost forgotten about his niece because of a man.
