Little did Kaija know, what she had always considered the most terrifying, blood-chilling expression she'd ever seen on any living man was simply Juho's natural state whenever he became wholly serious.
No, he wasn't trying to scare her to death with that intense look in his eyes.
He had simply stopped fooling around, and taken off all the masks he always kept ready to wear whenever the role called for them.
His natural state just happened to be… cold. Freezing cold. And empty.
A mere reflection of what remained inside his soul, after a lifetime of constantly pretending to be someone else.
"I had a crush on you back when we were still in the airline," Kaija admitted plainly, one foot stepping backward, away from the frightening young man in front of her.
Juho's voice dropped to a murmur, his face tight like he still couldn't believe his ears. "But… but how? We barely even talked."
