Third POV
A knock on the double door disturbed the salience in the big room. The only sound was the wood cracking in the fireplace. The many windows darkened with big velvet curtains not a trace of light sneaking in. The marble floors shine from the fire.
Knock ... knock ... knock
The door sounded again.
The room was dark only the light from the fireplace lit the space. A young man sitting in an armchair was observing the fire. He found it fascinating. His dirty blond hair glowed like gold. A glass with an amber liquid in his hand and a huge round bit of ice cooling it. He moved his wrist mixing it. His blue eyes ocean of thoughts. The knocking on the door sounded again making him sign with annoyance and boredom.
"Enter." He said voice cold, masculine, and calm. Eyes not moving away
