upper one

what a cold and calculated man, you wanted him, you wanted his anger, his grief, his pain, his love, his joy. Everything..

he walking on a bridge, the moon shining down on him, the breeze flowing through his ponytail, he felt your presence and stopped

without looking he spoke

"I sense you, if you find pleasure in staring, you may. I know my power and status is one to be admired. But I don't like to be gawker at. So. Reveal yourself. I may show mercy."