Cassandra was petrified from fear as a man suddenly appeared out of the portal amidst the cold mist. Walking lazily as if he had no care in the world. The eyes, so intense, like two glistening rubies, sharply focused directly on her.
The damp ebony hair hung loosely on his broad shoulders with a streak of carmine flowing through them like a stream of blood. The skin was smooth and pale, just like his teeth, which he had on display between his voluptuous bloodshot lips. The jawline defined by rugged angles, sharp at the edges.
Handsomely dangerous was the term which flashed in one's brain while setting eyes on this man, clad in all-black attire with a red cape attached to his shoulders.
Both women had stood up but none of them could even blink as if frozen in time from unexplainable terror that had seeped into their flesh and poured into their very bones. It was a feeling Cassandra had never experienced before.
