Shutter

Chapter 52 - Mission (2)

"Uh..." Miles sweatdropped as he looked around and indeed, people were looking at them left and right. He felt uncomfortable from all of the gazes but it didn't even rival what he was most aware of.

He looked at his side and saw the man walking like he was the only person in the world sipping on his cup of slushy bought from a local fast-food chain. Mikhail's eyes were set straight ahead but would occasionally look back at Miles and smile.

Isn't he bothered by the people staring at all? Isn't he aware that words were being passed around from mouth to ear in a never-ending cycle?

Miles couldn't afford being carefree like that. He can tolerate it up to a certain level but he could never take it when the entire population was staring at him as if he was a freakshow.

Beauty can be destructive too.

Sometimes, being too pretty for the eyes of the public is just similar to being unattractive in a lot of aspects. Pretty privilege does exist and it is one of the truest forms of social principle where those who are more attractive tend to have more advantage in the world. A lot of people with good looks tend to utilize that to their power as well.

But never did he see someone who nonchalantly and blatantly displays his beauty out in public like he was just strolling through the park. It was amazing to some point but it can be scary too.

Miles looked around and assessed a lot of people's stares.

Most of it were of awe, amazement, and interest. However, he could easily identify as some being lust, malice, and desire.

The general population is divided into a variety of categories in certain traits and this division also means the different perspectives of individuals that belong to those certain categories. Some were looking at Mikhail as if he was a white rose in the middle of blood-colored thorny ones and they wanted to admire the view.

But some also found his presence a little overwhelming.

They wanted to know what he felt like.

It can be easily discerned that these people are the ones who already saw Mikhail in bed with them. The hungry looks, the wanting stares, and the hidden monsters people are trying to hide were all surfacing as he passed through them.

However, it seemed like people were also hesitating to approach him because of what accompanies his beauty, which is strength. Just by looking at him, a man over six-foot-three with muscular biceps, and a whole sleeve tattoo covering his right arm, he is as intimidating as he can be.

If he was someone less, someone who looks more fragile in the eye of the public, there was no doubt he would be harassed left and right. But because he is a man who looks strong, no one could touch him.

'Maybe that's why he's so carefree...' Miles thought to himself as he continued observing Mikhail.

Kael knows he is untouchable even if he displayed his beauty in the public. Sure, people might come at him in a few directions but no one would even dare to threaten him if he could pummel them to the ground with his fists.

He was sure of this when a girl hesitatingly came up to him and talked with him.

"H-Hi! Are you a celebrity?" She asked with her phone tightly clutched in her hand. It was clear she wanted to take a picture with him.

"Oh, no. I'm not. My fiancé is though." She froze in her spot as if the skies have dawned upon her. Miles wanted to laugh at the reaction but at the same time, she felt bad for the girl since she thought she had a chance at him.

She was pretty and tall but too bad she wasn't his type.

The ones he probably likes are those who are taller than him, stronger than him, and who are the obsessive kind that would hunt him down whenever he disappears.