Her heart jumped out of her chest because of his deep heart thudding voice and the fact that he was right. She was dreaming of him, a strange dream that elicited a strange sensation in her, like when he touched her and she abhorred it.
She sat frozen on the couch, dreading to turn around and meet those soul sucking blood red eyes of his, but she strengthened her resolve, shoving aside the feeling of intimidation and mortification he induced in her.
She took a sharp inhale and mechanically sprouted up on her feet before slowly turning around to meet him.
He was already dressed up. He was clad in a luxurious black leather jacket with gold chains intersecting from one breast pocket to the other, every cut and seam were perfectly made with intricate designs. Underneath was the usual leather pants worn over boots.
His hair was let loose as usual, but gold hairpins held the hair back firmly in position, not a strand was out of place.
