Azalea

I looked up into the darkest eyes I had ever seen.

The man was tall and seemed to tower over me like a shadow. He wore an expensive black suit that looked like it cost more than I made in a year. His hair was perfectly neat, not a single strand out of place.

His face was handsome, but cold. When he looked at me, I felt scared. Like he could see all my secrets.

“Are you hurt?” he asked. His deep voice sounded like a melody in my ears.

“No, I’m ...