The demons of his past

Zhakhil heard footsteps coming towards him and turned around to see who it was. He found a very handsome young man with alluring features walking towards him.

  He was wearing a robe that was half white and half black. His hair was dancing beautifully in the wind as he walked. He was barefoot as he took steady steps but his aura was that of another world, he extremely exceptional. 

He walked right passed her and went to the lake, he dropped his robe before entering the water but not before Zhakhil could enjoy the view of his perfectly sculptured body. His body looked amazing under the sun, he couldn't take her eyes off him.

"Didn't anyone tell you that it is rude to stare?" The man said without even turning around to look at him. 

Zhakhil found his composure and approached the man whose looks can compare to that of a deity. He was nervous about approaching him but did it anyway.

"I'm looking for someone," he said to the man.