Julius stood in his bedroom, the large, ornate mirror reflecting the smooth, pale skin of his well-defined body as he undressed. His muscular frame was built through years of training, yet it retained a grace that was both commanding and refined.
He reached behind his waist, his fingers brushing against the cloud-shaped birthmark on his right side, a mark he'd carried since birth, unique to him.
His expression was calm yet slightly troubled, a faint furrow creasing his brow as he tugged off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. All that remained now were his gloves.
He hesitated, staring at his covered hands. With a reluctant sigh, he removed the glove from his left hand, tossing it aside easily.
But when he reached for the right glove, his movement slowed. He peeled it off gently, exposing his hand and revealing the two metal fingers that replaced his right ring and pinky fingers, perfectly shaped, but undeniably cold in their metallic nature.
