michael
The rumble of the tempered glass breaking caused almost everyone in the tavern to crouch or scream. Two burly men rolled on the ground in a violent fight, knocking over tables in their path. However, in the darkest corner of the place, he didn't even blink. He held his gaze fixed on his cup, the fingers of his right hand circling the edge of the wood with steady, unperturbed pressure. When one of the men was thrown out and crashed hard into the side of his table, shattering it, the boy simply took a sidestep. His movements were feline, precise and without a milligram of unnecessary effort. He showed no anger, no fear, no surprise; His eyes, cold as frost, fell for a second on the aggressor, who immediately stopped his fury, intimidated by the absolute lack of emotion in that face sculpted in stone.
About michael
The rumble of the tempered glass breaking caused almost everyone in the tavern to crouch or scream. Two burly men rolled on the ground in a violent fight, knocking over tables in their path. However, in the darkest corner of the place, he didn't even blink. He held his gaze fixed on his cup, the fingers of his right hand circling the edge of the...Read more