Novel & Cerita From The Corner Of His Eye

I was very nervous and turned coward. His eyebrows frowned as he walks in. He looked a bit stressed and frustrated? Why? He looks troubled. When he put his stuffs on the desk he suddenly roam his gaze. He caught my gazr even though I was at the very end. When our eyes met, the expression on his face changed. He was still frowning but I saw a glint of darkness in his eyes. Damn! Why is he gazing like that? Someone might notice him. But I think I was the only one who saw that.

His eyes darted from one place to the other and landed on a black car that was driving slowly. The back window rolled down, disclosing Mr M’s smirk. •••

My eyes flick to the right, and there, near the flowers, I see a rustle in the bushes. A squirrel. It scurries across the path, its tiny paws tapping quickly against the ground as it darts between the flower beds. I let out a sigh of relief, telling myself I’ve been imagining things. But before I can shake off the unease, my left eye catches something out of the corner of my vision.

He didn’t need to speak; he had already made his presence known. Though his eyes were hidden behind those dark, impenetrable sunglasses, I could feel them watching me. I could sense the heat of his gaze, the way it sliced through my anger, igniting something I didn’t want to acknowledge. He looked distant, almost somber, but his jaw twitched when he saw me approaching. That small movement—so subtle, yet so telling—betrayed the mask he wore. There was something bubbling underneath his cool exterior. Maybe guilt. Maybe regret.

Eyes. Somewhere in the shadows… someone else was there. Watching.

But now, watching him from the corners, I realized he never really left. He lingered just out of sight, watching us like a predator sizing up its prey. I could feel his eyes on me, intense and unreadable. He didn’t speak much, but his every move was calculated. Small things , a glance, a touch to someone’s shoulder, a quiet word to an ally. I hated how it made my skin crawl. One afternoon, I caught him near the old stables. The sunlight caught his sharp features, and his eyes locked on mine with a hunger I couldn’t understand.

Lena’s POV The figure from the corner had a dangerous aura that could suck oxygen from my lungs, leaving me breathless. His eyes darted behind me and back to my face. Something in his eyes shifted. Dark and cruel. Pulling me in and branding every inch of my body.

Someone is standing at the corner of the building, half-hidden by shadow. Watching. Listening. And as soon as our eyes meet— they run.

Neither of us noticed the shadow standing just beyond the corner of the corridor… Listening to every word.

He asked appropriate questions and made appropriate responses. But he was also, consistently, in my peripheral vision. Not across the room. Not in the doorway. On the edge. In the specific zone of vision that required you to be aware of something without looking at it directly, the zone where you could watch without being seen to watch. He was in that zone for forty-five minutes. I knew because I was tracking it.