Phantom Hollow Let the Rain fall down and wake my dreams

He watches this female eye him down precariously, her gaze slowly turning to something related to disgust. Her ears flicked back in a sign of irritation and those shadowed orbs seem to settle on him judgmentally. His own cream brows shifting downwards on his face, creasing the spot between them. Who the does she think she is looking at him like that. Like he ain’t shit.

He continues eyeing her down just as hard as she does him. Though the difference between the two is the smile he wears cockily on his maw. “I see. Why you looking at me like that, darling? See something you like?” Even though he knows without a doubt that she looks upon him with hatred and disgust, he still likes to ruffle peoples feathers.