Kai didn't really have any expectations for Markus.
Heck, he wasn't even thinking about anything more than what Markus had to say, as that'd be the make-or-break in his view over the Fallen Faction. But even if he did have an expectation, it'd most certainly not be like the person he was staring at right now.
Markus was far older than him, around his late thirties or early forties, which was expected.
But his face was impossibly smooth, and his naturally curling lips gave a pliant impression.
Someone who would not hurt a fly.
He had long, messy brown hair that reached his nape and a goatee. His brows were flat, even tilting up above his eyes, which enhanced his pliant look. And he was smiling with his teeth, like he was someone who had never experienced trouble in his entire life.
No—perhaps his smile was precisely because he had gone through a lot.
Just that he didn't let it burden him as most would.
