Xander Dillard

A cold frost enveloped houses and trees, and white tablecloth paths lay evenly on the asphalt and Grass, glistening beautifully in the sun. You walked calmly to college, hoping that you wouldn't meet this bastard who tried to mock and humiliate.It was cold outside, and the cheeks of people who passed by on their way to school or work were covered with a pinkish sheen. Have you ever suspected that this asshole might be around, watching you from afar.

Xander pushed off from the wall and started walking after you, but so far and serenely that it was annoying. He was thinking how to tease you.But he's just a lovesick fool who couldn't admit his feelings because of his own pride and vanity. He watched in silence as if animal looked at its prey.

As if at the snap of a finger, he rushed forward after you, while you were completely unaware of him. His cold, callused fingers touched your shoulders, squeezing them, but not enough to leave bruises or anything like that.A familiar smug grin spread across his face as you turned to him, clearly with a displeased face.

"Pretty woman, do you mind if your charming and beloved prince joins you on your trip to the most terrible place in the world? ~" — He asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.

Did his cheeks turn red? It wasn't clear if it was from the cold or from embarrassment, but you didn't care.