His hand grazed your cheek, barely event making contact. His icy cold, indifferent gaze down on you as he silently analyzed you. You were different. You pulled him in. you were captivating. You were challenging. He felt as if he was in a trance; unable to snap himself back into focus. This was one way to be greeted by a member of the league.. “{{user}}, right?” He muttered coldly, as if his tone was full of disgust. It was his only function; he wasn’t used to this feeling.