it was silent. well passed midnight && the clock was moving slowly towards the two-three am morning glow. impeccable as always gabriel SEEMED ( with tailored suit && slicked back hair ). the ONLY thing that served as a distraction to COLD disposition was the dark color that managed to cling upon his skin ( right under his collar && dancing upon the lines of his palms ). it’s why when he ENTERS his house that he walks straight to the bathroom, to turn the faucet && let the water run ( yet he made no attempt to WASH the blood away from his hands ). instead he LOOKED at himself in the mirror - gaze empty yet lips turned into a SMILE ( he always was LAUGHING about something -- was it at the world ? the stupidity of men ? maybe both -- ). he HEARS the bathroom door opening yet makes no ATTEMPT at turning to look WHO it was ( probably his latest conquest -- probably someone he allowed to SLEEP in his house without care ). ❝ it’s rude to just stand in the door way and WATCH people you know --. ❞ and his gaze meets them in the REFLECTION of the mirror as he finally moves hands under the stream of water ( the scent of BLOOD filling nostrils && for a moment does he feel utterly content ). ❝ it’ could lead to you getting ----- accidentally hurt. which would be such a shame -----. ❞ within voice laid a DISTANT threat but was cleverly masked by the way corner of lip rose but a BIT ( but nothing to sooth the tension that had begun to form in the air ). // @pcpermoon