Sing for me

 The man stared intently at Sian, his gaze unwavering, as if he were attempting to decipher an intricate puzzle hidden within her expression. A heavy silence enveloped the space, thick enough to drown out even the softest whisper. The thoughts swirling in his mind were impenetrable, leaving Sian uncertain of what emotions lay behind his steady mask.

At his feet, the man in black remained motionless, kneeling in quiet submission. His posture spoke volumes, a silent testament to a loyalty that ran deep. The atmosphere was charged with tension as if the very air crackled with unspoken words and lingering questions.

After what felt like an eternity, the man in black seemed to tremble slightly before the spell was broken. The masked man, as if stirring from a vivid daydream, waved a hand with deliberate grace, signalling the kneeling figure to rise. There was an air of authority in that single gesture, an unspoken command that resonated with power.