Chapter Twenty-Three

He stood there with a few papers in his hand as he watched me with a deep frown. I felt myself gulping under the intensity of his eyes, even from standing half away across the room. They stood out alarmingly against his dark hair, impossible to miss.

“Can I help you with anything?” He asked, tossing the papers onto the table. My eyes wandered the length of his large office. The dominating black colour is what I noticed first. Black with gold embedded around, a mix of modern and vintage. The black wooden boards gleamed, sparkling against the hues if sunlight that poured into the room. Plain and cold, very much like him. But I couldn't help but remember the same colours coated him, when he was transformed into a dragon. The creature's dominating colour was black, with the brighter running along the edges, like gold hidden within black rocks.

I cleared my throat, slightly grateful for the formal tone he had used on me, “I was hoping to help with the