**_Lilac_**

His visage holds something I cannot quite describe as his gaze catches mine. He rasps a chuckle. A surprisingly sad chuckle. _Maybe I did not hear right._

He won't hurt me. That's the one thing I can be sure of. Or is my faith in that too farfetched? "You think I am cruel?" He is stalking towards me and when he is in front of me, he runs an agitated hand through his hair. His darkish grey locks falls past his shoulders, he has not packed it up today. His presence looms over me, the room feels more cramped even when it is a very large space.

I gulp,...