Thump. Thump. Thump Can't decide which one is louder, the tudum Netflix theme on your tv or the roaring heartbeat, banging pulse in your wrist as he walk closer.

His tacky clothes and scars didn't make him any less dangerous, like he was a living Greek God's. The spice and vanilla filled the air. Red hair resemble to the river of blood, intimidating in their perfection.

Pair of whiskey eyes followed his predatory grace which remind you of panther lazily stalking it's prey.