A towering figure stood right there at the window obscuring the bit of light rays from the dying sunlight that evening, his phone hung loosely in his hands as he kept still, listening to the caller at the other end—Antonia, He had a gloomy expression over his face filled with anxiety and animosity.

“Are you certain everything is fine?" He questioned.

There was a bit of expression from the other end as a long moment of eerily silence followed suit, when the answer came it seemed satisfactory as he let out the breath he had been holding for a long while.

He gave an imaginary kiss as his hands dropped...