All of us froze. The weight of the figure behind the butler was immediate.
The man seemed to be around thirty as his sleek, dark hair was combed back. His eyes were sharp enough to tear down anyone's lie.
A short, trimmed beard covered half of his face, but even that couldn't soften his features.
His jaw was strong, his cheekbones sharp, and his eyes....God, his eyes were the kind that could slice through anyone.
The kind that told you one wrong word, one wrong move, and you would not live to regret it.
He was tall, and there was nothing youthful about the way he carried himself.
His black suit was sharp, not a wrinkle in sight, his shoes polished until they shone under the chandelier light.
He didn't smile. He didn't need to. His very presence screamed danger.
All of us scrambled to our feet without thinking.
It wasn't out of respect, but fear. The fear that had already settled in our hearts just by his mere presence.
