His Unwavering Gaze

Chapter 4

'Who the hell are are you and who allowed you in here!?' The deepest scowl of a voice laced with anger resonates within the room causing me to drop the compass and pencil.
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3rd Person

The authoritative voice of the presence behind Luna, compelled her to drop the compass and pencil on the hard surface abruptly.

'I don't like repeating myself.' This time Luna heard the voice closer, more deeper and raspier as it reverberated right above her.

When he even moved closer, Luna didn't seem to register. She just learned something new. This man could move so swift but silent. Like a predator stalking and hunting for its prey.

If Luna thought Mr Boggart's harshness slightly startled her, she was well assured of it being nothing compared to the towering presence behind her. She hadn't even faced him yet however her palms grew sweaty.

She releases a quick gasp as she is suddenly swivelled around in the chair to face the perpetrator himself. The legs of the cushioned wooden chair emitting the most unsettling, scraping noise against the floor panels.

Luna regains her composure and raises her gaze to meet the piercing grey eyes of the same person she previously saw in the portrait. One she hoped and prayed to never meet. Yet the world and universe were once again, against her.

Glowering down at her David Shelton sets his hands on either side of the arm rest, further trapping the feminine figure within. Maintaining some space between them. An inch or two perhaps.
His eyes dawned with something akin to realisation which he swiftly masks back to his cold, expressionless countenance.

'I thought I made myself clear once. I- don't- repeat- my-self.' David sternly emphasised each word with an animalistic growl.

Though Luna was scared out of her wits. The only rational thought that came in mind was to reply to his statement with a, 'But you just did.'

Being too late to take back what she just said she moves her hand to cover her mouth as her eyes widen.

David's eyes narrow as he scans over the figure filled with such audacity.
'You have the nerve to mock me considering the position you are in now. Do you have any idea how disrespectful and inappropriate your defiance is as of the moment?!' The robotic response Mr Shelton gives with the straightest face causes an unpleasant feeling to bubble within Luna's stomach. It perturbed her to the point that she could feel the verge to unload the contents of her breakfast. But it would just worsen her current situation.

Having nowhere else to avert her gaze, refusing to also look into the man's eyes, she diverts her attention to his stubble beginning to count every hair she could see to shake her mind off her current situation and the slight fear beginning to grow within her.

Luna lifts her eyes to leer at the man before her, curious as to the prevailing silence.

She begins to regret her decision as a new wave of anger begins to form on Mr Shelton's face. Eyebrows deeply furrowed, jaws hardened from the clenching of his teeth to the point where they could snap. She could see how he began to slightly tremble, trying to contain his fury.

Luna sees his gaze directed behind her, where the table was . The same table where she was going on about 'fixing' the plan on the paper a few minutes ago.