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I look up at his room. It is locked, which means he is still inside. Panic sets in. I run back to the guest room, unplug my charger, and hurriedly pack my suitcase. I dash towards the main gate, praying it isn't locked. Thankfully, it isn't. I slip out of the house and run towards the lift, gripping my suitcase tightly.
I press the lift button and adjust my glasses with my index finger. As the lift doors open, I glance around nervously before stepping inside.
That's when I see a shadow in the lift from the corner of my eye.
I turn my head slowly, my breath catching in my throat as I see him standing there, his presence commanding and intimidating. Adrenaline pumps through my veins, and my heart pounds in my chest.
He's standing there, dressed in a black leather jacket that clings to his broad shoulders, giving him an aura of silent power. Beneath the jacket, he wears a simple black t-shirt that fits snugly against his toned torso. His jeans, dark and slightly faded, hug his legs, completing the ensemble with a casual yet undeniably intimidating vibe.
His face is unreadable. There's no hint of emotion in his eyes, no trace of a smile or frown. It's as if he's deliberately shut off any sign of what he might be thinking or feeling. The lack of expression makes him seem even more enigmatic and difficult to approach.
I try to steady my breathing, to maintain some semblance of calm.
"Where are you going, Sashya?" he asks, his tone cold and unyielding.
My pulse quickens, and I can feel a shiver run down my spine. His eyes are locked onto mine, and I feel a wave of fear wash over me. His eyes widen slightly, and for a moment, I can feel the weight of his stare, as if he's taking in every detail of my appearance. The intensity in his look makes my heart race.
There's a moment of stillness where he just stands there, seemingly caught off guard by how I look. The corner of his mouth twitches. I catch a glimpse of something deep in his eyes.
The way he looks at me makes me feel both exposed and exhilarated. His attention is all-encompassing, making me acutely aware of the impact my appearance is having on him. It's as if he's seeing me for the first time, and the effect is both flattering and unnerving.
I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. The suitcase feels heavy in my hand, and I grip it tighter, trying to muster the courage to respond.
Before I can find my voice, another voice breaks the tense silence. "Eh, Sassy, you look gorgeous," the voice drawls, and I tear my gaze away from mahir to see another man standing beside him, wearing matching cloths as mahir. He is almost the same age as him, with a mischievous grin spreading across his face. His eyes gleam with amusement, and he seems to be thoroughly enjoying the situation.
I force myself to breathe, trying to calm my racing thoughts. "I... I was just going to get some fresh air," I stammer, my voice trembling.
His gaze doesn't waver. His eyes bore into mine, and I can sense a mixture of frustration and something else I can't quite place. The tension in the air is palpable, and I feel like a deer caught in headlights.
