Hundred And Eleven

Lucian was pacing around on his balcony when his father, Mr. Daniel Lous walked in with his hands behind him. He is a man of broad shoulders. Tall but not muscular; a bit lean on the side, though not skinny. His face is well-defined, with a strong jawline. His dark brown hair is thinning a little, showing signs of age. His eyes are blue like Lucian’s, with a hint of gray. When he smiles he looks happy and kind. He wears glasses on occasion which makes him look less intimidating to others. And yet, for some reason, Lucian is afraid to look into his eyes as they say ‘I’m your father’ to you for no reason other than that it scares him.

But that was before, Lucian suddenly grew thick skin to his father's intimidating aura. He did not know where this attitude came from. Maybe he was just too tired to be scared or he thinks he can do something and his father will dare not stop him.

His father stopped right next to him and said without any hint of emotion: “You didn't bring her?"

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