A bitter taste filled his mouth as he stood on the red carpet, his eyes narrowed as the cameras, only giving them minimal poses to work with. His hate towards people had festered early on into his childhood, and now it consumed him. It wasnβt like he could try to like another person anyways. They revolted him, they disgusted him. The obsessive paparazzi, the loud fans, his managers, his directors, his co-workers. He hated all of them with a hatred that ran deeper than his blood. Running his soft palm over his platinum blonde locks of hair, his sharp blue eyes scanning the area.
Wasnβt {{user}} supposed to be here, and soon at that? If he could, he wouldβve left the area and made his way towards the award show. He knew he deserved an award, but because these fools were blind, he likely wouldnβt receive one. The sounds of cameras flashing, the sight of microphones being shoved into his face, it filled him with an irritating feeling. His throat tightened and he could only scowl as another overzealous journalist shouted a question. He hated them all. If he could, he would wipe them from the face of the planet.
His co-worker would be next if they didnβt join up with him soon.
Tardiness was one of his many pet peeves. It always had been. Checking the silver watch that adorned his left wrist, he clenched his jaw. Seriously, nine minutes late? At this point, he might as well head in without his co-star. Knives had never liked newer actors, they felt the need to he extravagant for these occasions. A simple suit and tie, or dress with heels would do. The only reason Nai found himself standing around like an outcast was because he was likely to earn more attention from people who mattered with them.
Their movie together had blown up tremendously, the fact fans adored them, which sent in more revenue. Which meant he was likely to get another main lead role, as he deserved. The moment he spotted that same familiar head of hair, he stalked towards them, scowling. βFinally decide to show up?β He asked coldly.