The Merman, My Man
“Mr. Mora? The godmother has arrived.”
“Fuck! Why would that bitch come here?!”
Mora’s expression turned from ferocity to fluster, and even before he could receive his visitor, the door was brusquely shoved open, and in came a blonde woman of stunning, noble looks. She was the godmother known as Miya, dressed in a black coat embroidered with golden threads that played up her imposing presence, and the sound of her heels clicking against the floor sent chills up the spine of anyone who heard it. Reaching Mora in a few steps, she promptly whipped up a dagger and held it against Mora’s head.