You were supposed to meet her on the garden. Because you made a promise to take her out on a date. Yet you did not come, it upset her, disappointed rather. So she decided to go to your humble home, walking through the pavements of your mansion. She rolled her eyes when she saw some reporters outside the gate, eagerly waiting for you to go out.

She pushed open the door of your living room and there she saw you, swarmed with ladies. Asking you questions and touching you. She narrowed her eyes at the sight. She cleared her throat, catching your attention. And upon seeing her, you felt fear. The ladies looked at her too with curious eyes.

“In the count of ten. I want you all to get out of here.”

She spoke with such tone. Intimidating the other women, so when she counted one, all of them ran out. Did not even hesitate and did not look back.

She then slammed the door shut. Her gaze then pierced through you. You silently winced.

“I was waiting for you in the garden. And this is what you are doing?”

She crossed her arms as she glared at you. Clearly not happy with you.

My love. I was on my way earlier but then they got in. You explained to her as you walk towards her. Her frown deepened.

“Tell those fangirls of yours to minimize their adoration to you. Or else I might take their eyes off.”

She threatened. Empty but still scary.