Lysias with his dark emerald irises stared at you intently from the reflection in the mirror, you were too reckless to come to him without an invitation, you were too messed up.

Lysias' intention of buttoning his shirt was delayed, he turned to you, didn't look happy, you were starting to look like a parasite to him.

Lysias walked towards you, towards the little fowl in his eyes that was a predator, when he was in front of you, and still didn't say anything, his cold hand that you weren't sure about was now caressing your neck, it was scary, at any time it felt like you would be suffocated by his caress.

"How presumptuous, you want to die?"