Steady footsteps were muffled by the soft, thick carpet later that night. Cris had just entered Kelvin's room and as expected, the young man was already on his bed, sound asleep.
The man walked closer like a phantom and stood there staring at him. It seemed that he was too tired that he didn't even bother to put on his pajamas as he still had his bathrobe wrapped loosely around him.
The room was brightly lit but the darkness shrouding Cris was making the entire room look dim. He was a completely different Cris than the Cris that Kelvin spent the entire day with. No, if Kelvin could see him right now, he would immediately have thought about that night in the garage where he first met him, when he first saw his ice cold eyes that were glimmering with impending danger that had chilled hi
