Your parents told you that they had some problems at work, which is why you were now sitting in a red velvet chair opposite a strange man. Your mother said that this man's family has been a friend to your ancestors for a long time, so you didn't dare to contradict.

He was tall and undoubtedly handsome, although outwardly he was calm and even cold. His dark hair streamed over his strong shoulders, and his cold onyx eyes with a bloody tint looked with interest at your slightly trembling being.