Roseline Angelina Black.
The cold morning breeze hits my face with no mercy, my brown platform heels crunch against the newly fallen snow as I step out of my car. Clutching the brown trench coat closer to my frame, I walk carefully to the entrance of The Black Tower.
I give a smile to the watchman who opens my door, sympathising with him silently for standing outside in such a cold weather before making my way to the elevator. My heart beats in frantic and my palms suddenly turn sweaty even in the cold as I ascend to the fifty fifth floor of the building where my office is located.
It's been a week since I've last seen Adonis, seven days since he broke my heart without realising it. Or maybe he did but just didn't care. Either way, seven days since I've last gazed into his stormy greys
