Among the respectful looking faces I saw on the soldiers, I saw someone with a very… definitive face.
A look that only spoke of 'How much I hate you… I really, really hate you' kind of.
The guy was 6.3 with a physically strong body and a charming face that spoke of righteousness. Literally the kind of 'I speak for justice!' guy that women would want as their prince to rescue them from the castle.
The guy stood at the center of the soldier's lot, but the dark aura that radiated of him when he looked at me made him quite distinct from the others. Somehow nobody else had noticed this.
"Lucian" Margaret looked at the guy's direction and immediately the guy turned to her, his hateful face instantly changing to love and respect, too quickly.
I looked at Margaret to see if she has any feelin… oh no. I turn to the guy and then at Margaret.
'Shit… this motherfucker doesn't know that he's in the brother zone. That's even worse than the friend zone.'
