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The air is suddenly thick. I wish that the discomfort and lack of breathing come from the sheer lack of temperature in the air. But I can't blame it on that. I know for sure that I can't blame it on that. I inhale a very shaky breath as I try to take in the sight before me. How am I supposed to react? Not normally, I assume. My body suddenly feels heavy. Like it's being weighed down by the combination of all the sins I've committed and the two men standing in front of me. And I know I'm strong, but the sheer strength and intensity of the tension bringing down the atmosphere is too much for even me to handle.
Bobby must feel my hesitance to enter his house, his domain. He has to because there is no way that anyone can be comfortable with entering the one place that would be assumedly safe. Regardless, the big Irish man has to sense my reluctance because the image before me changes. No longer is he the annoying jolly giant who would scare me because of his booming laughter.
No.
The iciness in his pale blue eyes becomes colder. And somehow they darken. All joy and amusement sucks out of his expression and something dangerous flits through his irises. Something that oozes power and authority. Shivers run up and down my spine because all those times I was ever in Bobby's presence I mistook his aura for something else. This force resonating from him obviously isn't something he was born with. This grandeur - this power - most definitely isn't something that stems from a topic of purity. Not at all. This came from something supernatural. Something otherworldly. Something sinful. This strength is something that is taken. Something that this man worked for throughout the years and put his blood, sweat and tears in order to gain the position and respect that he has. I mean, that's probably the only reason why I am trembling and wondering how this man is going to mold my fate in the palms of his hands. Hell, that should be the only reason why my father - one of the strongest demons I know of - is looking sheepish and almost cowering behind a human? Unless if Bobby isn't a human. But I quickly shake that thought out of my head. That can't be possible. Because then Niall - my angel, my flower - would have been lying to me this entire time. And that's not something he is even capable of thinking of.
"Now, son. You know exactly who I am because I just admitted who I am to you. And I find it completely disrespectful that after I introduce myself and invite you into my home, you still do not come in," Bobby interrupts my thoughts with his booming voice. My vision suddenly sharpens and my sight gets flooded with the haunting venom dripping from his glacial irises. Once again, shivers attack my entire body. Behind the curtain of joy and happiness, is Bobby Horan always like this? Does he treat Niall the same way?
His eyes suddenly grow so dark they almost look indigo. A shade that is nothing like the original lighter hue that I'm used to seeing. But this color, this darkness is something that I don't ever want to see again. I almost feel like running away, running back to my angel and brothers (even that fucker Zayn). I want to feel a sense of security with them surrounding me, even if it may be false.
I bring my head up when I hear a deep and rumbling exhalation of breath. Impatience mars Bobby's face as he crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. He turns his head and glances over his shoulder to look at my father. And I am shocked. Because my father just looks away, almost looking small compared to Bobby even though they are both the same size. A complicated mixture of disgust and fear strike my heart. What the hell is going on?!
"Geoff!" the large man exclaims, causing my father to flinch harshly. "Does your son ever defy your orders anytime you give them?"
"No sir," my father mumbles. Bobby's mouth tugs up into a small smirk and something hot starts to bubble in my chest.
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