Novel & Cerita A Man's Perspective

I am not sure why I think of it that way but I feel like that is what the I am having the perspective with is trying to say to me Somewhere in the place in front of his eyes I feel like it's looking at something that he can never take out this gaze. It is as if he is looking for something that can never be gone from his sight. That even blinking his eyes would make it vanish and be out of his sight. I am just concluding in myself that this person is a man and this person is closer to one we talk from a while ago. This is so unbelievable why do I acted like this. This ain't a guessing game... is it?

I shiver a little at that thought but nevertheless I tried to keep my sanity around these people. I do want the job so I will not let my dark stuff of my life take control of me. I have better things to worry about than some ruthless monsters that I could kill with just one look. Facing the window was a man in his late thirties. I could tell that form his firm stature and by his black natural hair, caressing his neck. His wide back was like an invitation to travel your hands up and down until he turns and looks you in the eyes. I heard a little

“The most dangerous man in any room is the one who has decided exactly how much of himself he is willing to lose.” — Sh. Zayen~• “Please, please Alpha. I have a family. Children. I didn’t know this would happen I swear to the Moon I didn't know—“ The man’s screams had been going on for nearly twenty minutes now. I stood with my back to him, looking at the far wall of the ground pit while he worked through his plea behind me.

But because something else is happening—something I didn’t expect. This man is standing here in front of me, looking like the world took ten pounds of armor off him without asking for permission. Looking like he’s still unsure whether he deserves the softness people saw today.like he doesnt know what to do with it. the world sees him as one thing. He sees himself as another. But me?standing here caught between the fading noise and the glow of what today became i finally understand something i have been refusing to look at straight on. people are seeing the side of him i have been seeing all along.

The salacious image of him picking me up and putting me on the counter floated through without much work. My eyes continued downward taking in every titillating sight like the sweet little eye candy that the man was. Most of the men that I saw here were wearing a pair of skin-tight leather pants. Not this man, this man wore faded jeans with holes in them making him look as if he had just come from a construction site, which for all I knew he could have. I noticed he was barefoot, odd for a man, yet it gave him a more heathenish appearance.

Just then, I heard footsteps at the edge of the overhang. I looked up. I saw a man standing at the edge of the overhang's coverage, rain coming off him, watching us with dark eyes that took in the scene — Serena, my position around her, the state of both of us — with the rapid comprehensive assessment of someone who had been in enough critical situations to read one quickly. He's not one of the three men from the trees. He's different entirely. He's older, leaner. The kind of stillness that didn't come from training alone but from a long time spent in places where unnecessary movement had real consequences.

"You're barking at the wrong gate, kid." "Talk!" Aiden grabbed the man’s wrist, twisting it hard. "Tell me what you saw!" The man’s breath hitched for a second. A drop of sweat ran down his face, leaving a streak in the dirt. He glanced at the security camera on the wall - a quick, nervous look - before turning back to Aiden with a bored expression. "I saw a fire," the man said simply. "Fires happen. Usually when someone is careless. Or when someone wants to erase a mistake."

Alex shuddered and said, "If you didn't die, why didn’t you come back?" "I wanted to take back everything I've lost." The man turned his head to look at Alex, his smile was a bit grim: "Who was that man?" "He's my new boyfriend, and I'm warning you, don't touch him." Alex said. The man smiled and said, "Think again, either come back to my side or die with that man." "You're not worried that I'll kill you again?" "Do you think that a person who has died before still has fears?"

That's something that I didn't want, so I was going to do everything in my power to make sure that didn't happen. “Were you followed?” The man asked, I shook my head at his question. Taking in his appearance, I cringed at the sight in front of me. He had a long scar on the right side of his face that seemed to be somewhat infected. A thick, yellowish substance was oozing out of the open area that missed a couple of stitches. “Good, anything that I should know?” I folded my arms, still unsure if I should do this or not. “He's still not getting better, I suggest the war should be called off for now.” The man laughed as if what I were saying was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

His hands relaxed their firm hold and travelled a little higher, just around my breasts. The man pushed my chest closer to his and said, “I am evil to many people because my way of life is questionable. But that’s just their view. I don’t fucking do wrong things. I never make the wrong choices. I face my fucking business and only deal with those that deserve it. My words might not make much sense right now, but I want you to get out of your clouded thoughts. I want you to fucking take some time to understand who I really am. Is that clear?” Everything he said registered in my head one after the other.