ROYCE.
What on earth…
The hair at the back of my neck stands on edge and I break the kiss, turning towards the door, my eyes flashing.
Then, I hear it.
The footfalls, albeit quiet, seem to ring in my head and I frown.
I’ve never felt such power…
Someone steps into the entrance and I find myself looking at a tall, muscular, well-built man that isn’t just omitting an immense aura, but he himself is the entity of pure power.
He must be nearly 7 feet tall, with a head full of black curls. He’s wearing sunglasses despite being inside and he has an angled jaw and a light stubble. He’s dressed in black jeans, boots and a baggy t-shirt with a few necklaces, one that stands out with a crystal at the end.
His attention is on us. The power radiating off him is so intense that even Malevolent
