*
With a simple flick of his hand, I suddenly realised that I couldn’t speak. My voice had completely gone, and I grabbed my throat in horror.
Vlad tilted his head as he watched me, and he was silent as a slow smirk crept onto his face. He seemed to be enjoying himself, utterly at ease with the fact that stranger was standing in his room. He leaned against the doorframe, on finger lazily hooked over his pocket. He pushed his hair away from his face, accentuating his sharp jawline and high cheekbones. His face was gaunt and void of any sentiment as he folded his thick arms in front of him.
“You look different,” he said, squinting his eyes as though he were trying to find some fault in my appearance. The smirk hung on his lips, distracting me from my fear. I desperately tried to figure
