"Yes. Come in," the man said.
The door creaked open, and Meridith entered, followed closely by Derek.
"Good morning, Master," Meridith greeted politely, bowing her head. Derek followed.
"Yeah, good morning. But tell me, what brings you here so early in the morning? Don't you have classes to take?" the man asked as he placed the towel he'd been using to wipe his sweat onto a chair.
Now that Derek could see him clearly, he finally understood why Meridith spoke about him with such respect.
The man was tall and powerfully built, and even his neck was thicker than Derek's thigh. His messy black hair framed a sharp jawline, and his entire presence radiated a cold, intimidating aura. It wasn't clear whether that chill came from his temperament or from the sheer pressure he gave off.
'He's powerful. I can tell with just a glance,' Derek thought to himself.
"Yes, Master, I do have class," Meridith said quickly, "but something urgent came up, so I came straight to you."
