Azalea
I looked up into the darkest eyes I had ever seen.
The man was tall and seemed to tower over me like a shadow. He wore an expensive black suit that looked like it cost more than I made in a year. His hair was perfectly neat, not a single strand out of place.
His face was handsome, but cold. When he looked at me, I felt scared. Like he could see all my secrets.
“Are you hurt?” he asked. His deep voice sounded like a melody in my ears.
“No, I’m okay.” I tried to move away, but his hands were still holding my arms. They felt warm. “Thank you for catching me.”
He stared at my face for a long time, his dark eyes searching. Like he was trying to remember something important. Then suddenly, he let go of me. His face became cold and unfriendly again.
“Be more careful next time,” he m
