Rodion entered his bathroom. As he removed his shirt, a blurry grayish-black tattoos encircling his shoulders, arms, and chest were revealed. Yet his expression remained unchanged as he glanced down at the intricate designs wrapping around his wrists before hurrying to take a shower.
After his bath, he changed into his pajamas and sat on the edge of his bed. Closing his eyes while sitting upright, the tattoos on his body shimmered with a golden hue. His breathing gradually became shallow and steady.
He remained in that position for a few moments, both hands resting at his sides. When he opened his eyes, his amber gaze deepened. His pupils dilated, turning vertical.
"…I'm coming for you, my angel."
His whispering voice filled the air. The tattoos on his body, which had faintly glowed gold, gradually dimmed.
