Massimo has always known looking him dead in the eyes takes a lot of courage.
Apart from the difference in the colour of his two eyes which is purely strange, his facial features tells a hard, humourless story. It could only be read by those he gives the chance.
Wherever this woman in front of him got the guts to talk back at him from, must be somewhere from the pit of hell where he himself is the king.
He lowered the cigar he's holding, and despite the fact that he has only had two drags, he crushed the light out on the ashtray that's always on the balcony rails top then faced her.
Violette stood her ground, still looking him straight in the eyes as he took one large step to her, his chest nearly colliding with hers.
She held her breaths, hoping he won't notice the fear she's trying
