Kassandra's POV
"Kassandra," he purred, his voice dripping with venom. "So lovely to see you again. I've been waiting for this moment."
Again?
I held my ground, refusing to let fear consume me. "I-I don't even know you. What do you want, C-Cameo?" I demanded, my voice betraying a trace of nervousness.
It feels ill to mention someone else's name, and from the fact that I don't even know him in the first place.
He chuckled. I just notice that he is wearing a white shirt. The first three buttons are open and he has this long hair that reaches his nape and a piercing that reflects the moonlight whenever he makes a move.
Plus, he always has this smug smile on his face. Like a total villain.
"Come on, stop offending me, Kassandra. You knew me."
I hastily shake my head in return. "I don't."
Cameo shrugs his shoulders, hissing. "Well then..."