Pan Cast Blackbeard Novels & Stories

He doesn't answer, just nods. I sigh and look around the diner. It's Saturday evening and a lot of customers are beginning to step inside. The bell on top of the door rings, signaling their new customer. I stare at this new customer and cuss underneath my breath. All of a sudden, the place seems small in the presence of my boss, Killian Black. He's dressed in a dark green denim jacket, and black pants. I don't get to stare at him for too long because his eyes meet mine at once.

It was the kind of smile you would expect on a swashbuckling pirate, capable of seduction and plunder in equal measure. His eyes were a haunting shade of onyx, the most profound I'd ever seen. They were more than just a color; they held an intensity, an almost overwhelming brilliance. A whiff of his cologne, spicy and tantalizing without being overbearing, teased my senses, hinting at a man who took pride in his appearance. But I shook my head in denial. No, this man was nothing more than an exasperating tormentor from my past. "What can I fetch you, sweetie?" the waitress interrupted our silent face-off, her notebook poised for my order.