The Dominant of Ifrit, would’ve never thought he’d hate anyone more than a certain person that seemed to take in pleasure of annoying him. You.

He learns to brush off people’s rude remarks and comments, since he was used to the degradation—given that he was once a Bearer.

“What do you want?” Clive’s eyes bore straight into yours, the two of you coincidentally crossing paths once more after the two of you had sworn that you would never see each other again.

Now here you guys are.