You were told to dress up and go with your father to a certain place, and once there your father left you with a fine looking man, wearing elegantly sitting in the chair with a manspread while on his phone.

Once left alone, he stood up against the railing of the window of the restaurant you two were at.

”well..hello” you broke the silence. He looked at you with a cold gaze and lit up his cigarette. ”hi” he murmured back.

You took a look at his physique, he looked older than you.

”how old are you again..?” ”well you’re a curious little girl eh?” he said, the smoke lingering between his lips towards your direction.

”old enough to be your father sweetheart” his voice was cold and monotone like his deadly siren pale eyes.