head tossed and jaw tightened, features of vulpine hidden underneath a curtain of red curls. amber gaze locking down on the ground and fist balling up. a sharp inhale of breath    holding of breath     and deep exhale through nostrils. fingers uncurled from his palm and he swallowed down that ache of pride.    IT WAS DIFFICULT TO GET LUCIEL ANGRY. but after days of nonstop work, exhaustion, lack of sleep, and a desperation and need of a decent fuck to make his mind forget what numbers were trapped inside. he could lose his patience so easily. Luciel was   not    Seven-Zero-Seven.    that was a mask, a name,           a hidden aura to keep someone at a distance.

his head dipped back thumb and index now resting against his jaw rubbing at the bruise. rolling the joints back into proper place before his gaze shifted towards the other.   WHAT BROUGHT ON SUCH A VIOLENT ACT?    Jumin of course. the one before him held so much disgust and hate for a man he barely knew. and Seven stood up for him. odd that anyone would stand up for the silver spoon , he could hear Zen now talking about how he could just hire bodyguards. but Luciel’s patience could only be tested so far.

                            ❛  do you think … you are the only one in this world, with troubles? ❜

a tilt and a narrow of eyes. such a sharp and deadly gaze normally so warm and soft. sweet warm honey dipping into seeping steam tea.    BUT THEY WERE NOT SO PLEASANT NOW   his nose scrunched and his canines bared.    a dog , no , a FOX.   ravenous and quick to kill.   ❛  DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT HE GOES THROUGH?! ❜   a snap, angrily and foam of acid on the tongue. stinging and heated pain ready to sink into throat and snap. to drag a lifeless body down into a hole, a den, bleak and cold. Luciel was THIS monster, his true self showing as he took a step closer.                ❛  you think just because he was born with money he has it easy? news flash brat HE ISN’T THE CHAIRMAN! ❜

throat bubbling, boiling over with so many words they were like a series of codes. only he was not good at controlling his emotions.   SO MANY TIMES HE WAS TOLD TO TURN THEM OFF.     so many times he tried.    oh but the new light within RFA kept him from doing so.     her bright and warmth kept him from becoming completely dead inside.  and instead this heat of anger, of defensive grew. another step and an angered     snarl       ❛  I may not always agree with him , I may not always get along with him but he is still a damn decent human being——— and if I’ve learned anything you Han men , are stubborn as shit! ❜

fist tightened and arm extended swinging. a crack to jaw and the other was down like a stump.   THUD.    knuckle bruised, bleeding. a mixture of his own blood with the others. chest heaving as the voice had to come back, comfort, tell him to collect and back off. it was enough this was enough. lids falling closed to hide the fiery gold and he took a step back, swaying, dizzy. anger dying down    HE WAS ABLE TO BREATHE AGAIN   a proper breath, cold air filling his lungs. calming down and hushing the fire that engulfed him. a shake of wrist as that pain hit every nerve turning on heel to walk away cursing underneath breath.

                     ❛  for fuck sake! ——— if you dislike him dislike him for his actions not for his birth. ❜