Gillaume Men #01: Ranzar Craestok

CHAPTER 5: First Impression

~ Julliane Laurent ~

My first initial impression of Ranzar Craestok failed me terribly. I thought that he'll be similar to his mother, having a cold exterior but quite a fun interior. 

Since I failed to find his images online, I relied a lot on our initial meeting to end up well, but meeting with him today is quite something on the edge of disappointing.

I was surprised and taken aback the moment I heard a voice behind me after arriving and lounging at one of the most beautiful and elegant houses I ever visited in my whole life. As I turned back, what came to my front was a messy-dressed man with busy hair— but with a voice that could captivate me enough that it took me a while to snap out of it.

As we finished introducing each other, he obviously was being forced into this arrangement by the way he acted and the tone of his voice. By the way, his tone dries as he calls me 'Miss Laurent' earlier speaks a lot.

He also seems like a guy who easily gets irritated— noticeable by his unconscious habit of clicking his tongue every once in a while. Though you can't underestimate his looks, he may appear disheveled, messy, and a guy who probably didn't care about cleaning his house or taking a shower for weeks, but his looks could support him if ever he ends up on the streets— homeless.

The first thing we did after our 'marvelous' introduction was to look at his wardrobe. Mrs. Clayton tasked him to show me his wardrobe while she prepared for lunch. Which ended up with him leading me upstairs and turning to his room at the end of a corridor. 

His room is coated with dark paint and it's quite obvious that he doesn't clean his room based on a bunch of papers lying on both the floor and table of his room. But I will say, his room has a cozy vibe. At least he has taste in decor.

"Done scanning the room Laurent?" he said nonchalantly while staring at me. Dropping the 'Miss'.

"Oh, so there's no need to address me as 'Miss Laurent' now do we, Mr. Craestok?" I said while raising my brows.

"That's just for formality, Laurent. If you're done looking around, my wardrobe is this way", he said, turned back, and walked toward his walk-in closet.

I just let out a sigh.

Mon Dieu, this will be very difficult... he has this very irritating and rude attitude. Too much for my liking. Even if he's Mrs. Clayton's son, I would not take that attitude in the long run... 

I let out another sigh and followed him as he opened his closet, and he made way for me to glance at his clothes. His walk-in is filled with multiple cabinets and drawers and in the middle is a table showcasing multiple expensive colognes and watches. But what I will comment on is that his taste for clothes is way beyond salvable in my opinion.

This man's wardrobe ranges from loose shirts and loose pants with colors of black and the darkest shade of blue— no in-between. There's also a part in his closet that has a dozen similar tuxedos on hangers.

"Is this all you have in your closet?" I inquired. This is not a closet of someone who owns a multi-billion concerto hall that's for sure.

"Is there a problem with that?" he lazily replied then walked out back to his room.

"There's not much problem I would say— it's just that I don't think this is a closet of someone like you Mr. Craestok", I said while still looking around.

Through his walk-in, only 2 cabinets are filled with clothes, the rest are empty. And besides his center table, most of the space is empty.

"That's why you're here right Laurent? To make-over", he said in a matter-of-fact tone. It struck a nerve in me that I was on the verge of snapping out.

First, he was very impolite and ill-mannered. Next, he's not very accommodating and speaks very limited and poorly, which makes me wonder if he's really worth my time.

"To make it clear with you Mr. Craestok, I am here to make you over. Not make your place over", I retaliated.

After finishing looking around and making sure that's all the clothes he had in his closet, I went out and saw him lying down. Seemingly having no care towards the world outside him.

He looked at me as I went out and stood right up, then continued staring at me. Though his eyes are covered by the bangs of his hair, I know that they are looking at me intently.

"Hmm..." he hummed. And I raised a brow in his direction.

"Is there any problem Mr. Craestok", I inquired.

"Nothing... Just thought that you're quite feisty Laurent", he replied. "Don't mind me, just curious how you became friends with my mother. You're a lot younger than the brigade of women she interacts with here in California", he continued.

"My relationship with your mother is pure and good Mr. Craestok, I hope you don't assume any weird conclusions with that", I replied.

He remained silent after that and I continued to look around. His room decor as I commented is very cozy, so I think his style should be close to cozy as casual. Have him in light and nude-themed colors rather than dark to compliment his tanned skin. Maybe even bright ones. As for formal clothes, vests would look good on him as all in his wardrobe are tuxes.

But before moving on to dressing him up, I do agree that he needs a make-over. As described by Mrs. Clayton, he looked like a prehistoric caveman— and no doubt acts like one as well. His hair is messy and bushy, which blocks his eyes, and wears loose shirts and pants that don't even compliment his skin color. He needs a major, and I mean MAJOR work.

I left his room and went downstairs, then was greeted by Mrs. Clayton.

"How was it dear?" She asked

I just smiled and replied, "He needs a huge amount of work, Mrs. Clayton". And the old lady laughs.

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