4

I looked down, there wasn't much reason to believe that it wasn't something real, in fact, I myself lived a reality outside my workplace that just then was screaming at me that the change in that man's eyes was not something unreal.

 I began to have doubts and insecurities about whether it was right to stay there or whether it was not the most sensible thing to stay in that place.

 "Rossi." I hear someone's male voice calling out to me, then I blink, snapping back in time and space to the present. “What are you still doing standing there?” He signaled me with one hand as a sign of hastening me downstairs. “Come with me, follow me. Dorian's men wait.”

 He said that and I repeated a question in my mind: “Men? Are they really human men?”

 A part of me began to feel very insecure to continue in that place, because I did have reasons to begin to firmly believe in what I had seen minutes ago. To— that man— his eyes had changed. They had changed him the way a werewolf's eyes change.

 And yes, I know that in the real world these things don't exist, or rather, they don't seem to exist. At least the most skeptical people do not believe in such things, although healers, herbalists and other types of people who practice mystical arts do seem to understand the matter. 

 The reality here is that I was almost certain that I was in the middle of a pack— I only wished that this would not become a booty for them where apart from using our bodies for pleasure, they would end up literally feeding on them. Because I already had experience with a being whose eyes also changed in the same way. 

 But apparently, I had no choice but to accept and behave as accommodating as possible if I didn't want that to end badly, right at that moment I wasn't too sure about my future. Maybe before Johnny and my co-workers I should have pretended that I had no knowledge of something so dangerous, but that man who looked like the boss even more than the boss himself, knew that I knew that he had seen the change in his eyes. 

 I got down from there and cautiously walked over to the table that had sofa-like seats around it, on which were sitting all these armed men dressed in black, each of them with one or two girls sitting on their legs. The look of that group might seem to someone else like the image of a gangster moment with girls in a pleasure house, but to me they weren't just that, to me they represented a seemingly imminent danger.

 "Sit here, princess," one of them asked, tapping one of her legs with the palm of her hand, indicating that I should take a place next to the other woman on the other leg. “It's okay, there's room for you too.”

 "She's coming with me," I recognized the voice instantly and we all looked at who was in the center of the sofa, with a woman sitting next to him. He was looking at the glass of liquor that he had on the table and then he raised his eyelids a little more to see me. “Come closer.”

 I didn't even turn to look at Johnny to seek his approval, I just advanced towards him, watching as the one called Dorian waved the woman beside him to get out of there.

 She and I passed each other on the short path, me going towards him and her coming towards where I had been standing a moment ago.

 "Come here then, baby," the one who had previously invited me to be with him spoke again. “I still have a spare leg.”

 I took a seat on the sofa, next to Dorian, perceiving the aroma of an expensive masculine perfume, being close to him made my skin crawl, perhaps with fear.

 "I'll leave then," Johnny said when he saw that all the girls were already with the men who had just arrived.

 I kept looking down, glancing from time to time at the faces of the armed guys, watching as they lit cigarettes and poured liquor from their bottles.

 “Do you want a drink?” Dorian told me.

 I turned to see him, meeting his eyes again, but this time closer. It is assumed that he was waiting for me to see him change like the previous time, but I only looked at a pair of black eyes, slightly slanted; His Asian ancestry was obvious, which made me even more nervous.

 "Sure," I said, unable to help but hesitate.

 Dorian Torres.

 From where I stood, despite the sound of the music and the conversation my men were having among themselves, I could clearly hear her heartbeat, louder than the rest of the women, and not precisely because she was scared or something similar, but because her organism worked a little differently from that of a normal human, although at that moment I still didn't know if she was aware of that with herself. I was also able to hear that because my ears are clearly not those of an ordinary human.

 I poured her from the bottle, in a clean glass with ice, and handed it over. She had seen me, I know, I impressed her with that detail of my eyes, something that I couldn't help but do with my pupils when I saw her on that table, it was normal, natural and impulsive in someone like me when seeing a woman with whom It has compatibility beyond the carnal. Something that doesn't happen often with any woman out there.

 She took a sip and remained somewhat uncomfortable, in the same place without showing any indication of wanting to serve as a lady-in-waiting at her own expense; maybe she was waiting for me to give her some command so that she would climb on top of me or she would massage my shoulders with her light and graceful looking hands.

 But I wasn't there to waste time with her, never in my life was I willing to waste time with someone and her protocols were always something that made me desperate. So, I decided to get to the point once and for all and not drag out that awkward moment any longer.