Inevitable Encounter Part 4

Kitsune's breath faltered as she stared directly into his eyes . 

He was the kind of person who swallowed his anger, his emotions, his pain.

If no one bothered him, he would simply continue as he always had—fading into the background, unnoticed and unimportant.

Just a shadow. Never the main character, never the center of anything. And that was fine. It was easier that way.

But this was not a sign of weakness or lack of character.

People like him were the most dangerous—the ones who swallowed their pain, their fury, their grief, locking it away where no one could see.

Because when they finally broke, it wasn't just anger that spilled out—it was everything they had ever held back.

Every scar, every swallowed scream, every moment of restraint, unleashed in a storm that no one could stop.

Kitsune felt it—the bloodlust, the killing intent, the sheer disgust radiating from him as he looked at her.