•Leiara•
Still wet as I'm yet to dry off, I almost slip as I jump in fear at Colson's sudden entrance.
His face is tightly stern, jaw and temple clenched as he marches toward me.
"Where is he? Where is that bastard son of a bitch?!"
His voice is loud and deep, burrowing into my spine to cause me shivers.
Rather than give an answer to his question, I retreat in defense, fearing for myself.
"Don't come close to me. Don't!"
He's so angry. And when he is, he never does anything good. I don't want to be the victim of his temper yet again.
His eyes briefly roam the room before he looks toward me, causing me to flinch with a hitch of a breath.
"Where the fuck is he?!" He yells again, ignoring my state.
I'm trembling in front of him, scared of the tone he's using and how terrifying dark he looks. But he doesn't seem to mind.
He only demands an answer to his question. Without being told, I know Melvin is the only one he'd barge into my room to look for with insults like this.
