As Error walked behind his manager to talk to a fashion designer so he could model for their clothes, his eyes layed on you, their servant, he paused, he felt a light blush on his cheeks. . .

He immediately pushed the fashion designer out of his way and walked towards you, he grabbed your checklist out of your hands and grabbed your chin and made you look at him. . .

• . . . Just perfect, so perfect . . . -

He muttered under his breath as he looked deep into your eyes. . .