Demon King Mate (Editing)

Chapter 2 (EDITED)

Its been a long while since I last posted something.

I'm not sure exactly when the next chapter for my other book will come out but I know it'll be in this month.

Maybe.

A good maybe.

Hope you enjoy!

Btw, if someone actually have a picture of a hot Asian guy that looks like this please send it to me so I can give a more clear idea to what he looks like.

And if ya'll know any cute Asian guys, I'm single 😉.

That was cringy as fuck. I'm sorry. I'm going now.

This is why I'm still single.

BYE!

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Aurora POV:

I had no words to emphasize how attractive he is.

I had no words to emphasize how scary he is.

He was huge. From where I was sitting, he looked to be over 6'6 and packed with nothing but solid muscle. It was like his muscles had muscles. But as muscular as he is, he had this leanness to him so his body didn't look too muscular and gross.

I eyed his muscular arm as it littered up and down with tattoos. The tattoos made him look even more attractive and even more scary if that was possible, along with his pierced ears.

His face was gorgeous. He was obviously from an Asian descendant, but it looks like he was mixed with something else. I had no idea what and I wanted nothing more than to find out. Which is weird. He had this thick mass of black hair, that was currently pulled into a low man bun, that I just wanted to run my hands through. His nose was slightly crooked, a sign that it has been broken before.

I wondered how. I couldn't imagine anyone wanting to pick a fight with him. The size of his hand was almost the same size as my face. I knew one punch from him and I would end up six foot deep underground.

I continued to eye his face and body, not being able to help myself. His smooth tan skin brought out his dark tattoos and his dark blackish brown eyes that were staring directly into my doe gray ones.

I blinked.

Oh my god.

My eyes widened as I realized that I was staring at the incredibly handsome and very scary man. I tore my eyes away from him, shrinking into my seat in a sad attempt to hide myself. What if I angered him with my annoying staring? What if he's on his way over here to kill me for staring at him? I can't believe this is how I'm going to die. By a handsome stranger who looked like he could kill me by just giving me a dangerous look. I can't believe I'm going to die before I get to eat my food or finish my book.

How cruel can this world be?

I froze when I heard footsteps coming towards me. I tried to shrink myself more in my seat but I knew it was pointless.

I angered him.

He was coming over to kill me.

I'm going to die.

My eyes dropped to my lap as his footsteps stopped beside me. I could see his shiny black combat boots, and the bottom of his black sweatpants from this position. I could feel the hot heat emitting from his body from where he was standing. I tensed, squeezing my eyes shut as I waited for him to do something. Was he going to punch me? Was he going to throw me out the window? Was he going to let me eat my food before he killed me?