Aria is a stunner, a fashion model with long, slightly curled black hair, and the epitome of a mature, glamorous woman. She's dressed in a camisole nightgown, which is classy rather than revealing.
Her figure is strikingly voluptuous and tall, over 5 feet 9 inches. When she puts on her high heels, she's downright imposing.
She stared at Ethan, her eyebrows furrowing. "A bodyguard? You?"
Ethan, though an adult, had been bedridden for a long time, making him much leaner than his peers.
To anyone, he'd just look like a delicate high school boy, definitely not the burly type you'd expect for a bodyguard.
"Exactly." Ethan raised his hand. "I'm a psychic."
He made a gesture with his right hand, something he picked up from comics.
But this time, he wasn't aiming at a bottle. He targeted Aria's chest and flicked his wrist sharply.
"What?!" Aria screamed, clutching her chest as her eyes widened in disbelief.
