"Hm? Why are you sighing so loudly, Master? Are you upset that I came late?"
Ocean lifted his head hearing Davian's voice and almost felt his heart skip a beat.
Davian stood with a quiet, commanding presence, his jet-black hair a stark contrast to the ivory-white coat draped over his shoulders. The coat, tailored to perfection, bore golden accents at the collar and buttons, glinting faintly under the soft light. Beneath it, he wore a sleek black suit, the silk of his shirt clinging lightly to his form, revealing just a glimpse of lace lining at the chest—an unspoken nod to his refined yet dangerous charm. A gold brooch fastened at his throat, paired with a rose-shaped pin and an obsidian pocket square, lent him the air of a noble whose hands could both offer a rose or draw a blade without hesitation.
His violet eyes were cool and commanding, but there was a glint of playfulness in them as he looked at Ocean.
