A Gleam Of Something Else [Three-shot Stolitz]

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Once he had stopped by his daughter's room to make sure she was okay and resting, Stolas headed towards the hallway that led to his study/office; The little feeling of joy inside him left him when the door to his daughter's room closed and it didn't take three seconds for his face to do justice to how he was really feeling.

The loud roar of the engine of some car outside the palace caught his attention and caused his distracted gaze to automatically now turn to the translucent purple glass that made up one of the hundreds of windows that existed in the enormous palace.

His sight was greeted with the figure of his wife dressed to the nines pompously getting into a car, an imp holding the door of said car and another holding a small but elegant bag that belonged to his wife.

Nothing that was of interest to him.

Being a few seconds away from looking away and continuing on his way, somehow his wife from outside managed to feel his gaze and recognize that it was him watching her from the window and it didn't take long for her to return his gaze in a penetrating way along with a curious nuance.

Stolas was forced to look away and the feeling of chills was immediate in giving his body a tour once, despite being a considerable number of meters away, the threatening look that his wife had sent him had also given the feeling that she was seeing through his soul as she held a knife, ready to pierce his insides with it as soon as he made the slightest movement.

Not only that, but a not-so-quick memory of the argument they'd had a few hours earlier came flooding back to him, and for a few fleeting seconds, those unpleasant moving images were the only thing his mind managed to replay for him.

His wife's loud voice echoed in his head and he could almost feel it hurting his ears again, which led him to squeeze his eyes tightly and force himself to try not to think about the memory and, if possible, forget it too.

His hand instinctively went to a specific spot on the back right side of his head, wincing as his very touch caused the area to throb with heat once more.

When he removed his hand and took a look, his index and middle fingers were smeared with a somewhat thick dark blue liquid, to which Stolas sighed dejectedly and his face created an even more downcast expression.

He ran his blood-smeared hand over some part of his clothes, trying to get rid of it, not caring about the stain it would cause, and in his pocket he looked for his phone, looking at it indecisively once he had it in his hand and Blitz's chat was open.

"Should I cancel today's meeting?"

Stolas asked himself and typed a few letters, however, he stopped and then hurried to delete them all.

He didn't know what to do, he wasn't very excited about having sex that night, but he did want to at least see Blitz and hear his voice. Or just feel his presence.

After all, Blitz was the one who-aside from his daughter-made him feel a feeling of happiness so great that it filled his soul and heart enough for his mind to stop concentrating on the affliction that had cruelly begun to lodge in his heart since the day the marriage with Stella began, or even longer before that.

Conflicting thoughts and feelings stirred inside him and caused him a feeling of stress that led him to run both hands over his face and the feathers of his hair with a hint of roughness.

Once again, when the car's engine roared quite loudly and the sound little by little began to fade, Stolas turned to look at the window and confirmed what he already logically knew: Stella was finally gone.