The man’s face was so pale that it seemed to be tinted a faint green. His dark eye circles seemed almost painted with oil paint, exuding a psychedelic radiance. 

His gaze was dull, yet his lips were a fiery red against his pale face. He was topless but sported a messy black pattern on his skin.  

Goosebumps rose all over me, because those were actually threads sewn on his skin. I could feel the pain just by looking at it. There were also two red rubies set on the sensitive nipples of his chest.

The pale skin, the black embroidery and the red rubies filled his body with a sinister sense of evil and a bloodthirsty sexiness. 

It was supposed to be a terrifying appearance, yet...