Not very far from there.
A tall man with fair skin and dark brown hair, carefully combed back, is sitting at the edge of a table covered by a scarlet cloth over a larger ivory-colored cloth, displays his loud and firm voice, which even without intention makes itself heard lightly around.
"I looked into her eyes, with the last drop of hope I still had, I confronted her! 'Why?'" He pauses his story for a second and delicately finishes sending down the last sip of wine that swayed at the bottom of the glass.
"How tragic, and then?" A soft and feminine voice subtly slips from the mouth of a slender woman with blonde hair and a white dress who is sitting in front of the man.
"She left and never came back..." He finishes filling another glass of wine and looks at the beautiful silver chandelier with a golden aura above them. His pupils shine softly in an almost infinite blue tone.
"And after all this time, you still remember her. I think I am jealous." With a slight corner smile, she plays with the words, swirls a bit of the wine in the glass and casts a sly glance in his direction.
"Huhuhmm... HAHA! You never stop surprising me." As he speaks, his hand advances until reaching slightly above her hand, and calmly caresses it from above.
His gaze, which is fixed on the dance of the intertwined fingers, begins to travel little by little along the arm, across the fair skin with some freckles, appreciates for a moment the red lips and reaches the destination. Almost as if they were looking into the depths of each other's soul.
"Are you really human?" His closed-mouth smile draws a smile of the same proportion from her.
"Tell me yourself! Are you really not human?" Between glances and one last sip of wine she replies without losing her gentleness.
"I think our answers are found in my house." He lets the words drift into the air while also enjoying a large sip of wine.
"Last time, we only found answers for me, how about now we look for answers for you... At my house!" Her gaze returns to meet his deeply.
After a few minutes closing the bill at the reception, they appear over the red carpet at the entrance walking hand in hand. Soon an employee with a fully purple and chromed luxury car appears.
"I never get tired of seeing this beauty." Her gaze shines with the sight of that automotive aesthetic.
He opens the driver's door and offers for her to enter.
"Your house, your driving!" His voice that is usually loud and firm becomes even more seductive than normal at that moment.
A few hours after the unfolding of a night full of discoveries, the sun is already in all its pose. The beams of light already invade the place where he is lying. His short strands, messy and thrown over his forehead, shine along with it.
"Wake up, I prepared breakfast for us." A soft and whispered voice slides from her lips and makes him wake up with a smile on his face.
He watches her coming in his direction, wearing only a shirt up to the middle of her belly and a white underwear. Inevitably they kiss affectionately at first, but soon it becomes more and more intense. Then a finger on his lips stops the act accompanied by a gentle smile. She gets up from the bed pulling him by the hand.
A slight glance back to observe that sculpted chest again, his eyes unintentionally run downward, a bite on the corner of his lip escapes without intention.
"What is it?" He asks her after noticing.
"Even that underwear being big, it looks small on you."
He says nothing, only nods slightly embarrassed, at that moment time seems to flow slowly around him, he appreciates this unexpected feeling while questioning himself internally.
"Is it possible? For a being like me... to have such a gift?" On his face there is only serenity.
The morning passes and the two together tell stories, have fun and observe the beautiful Fai-Fai with its elongated feathers singing imposingly in the backyard while courting a female.
Lunch comes and goes. The afternoon presents itself, bringing with it a red signal blinking on his arm under his skin. His expression of peace and tranquility soon fades, and a cold face with an empty gaze takes over him. He stands up and looks at her with a slightly sad gaze.
"I need to go!"
She approaches and gives him a kiss on the forehead.
"Take care!"
He hugs her strongly and just lets himself be carried by the moment and surrenders to the situation.
"Ottawa, that is my name!" He lets these words slip briefly before leaving through the door.
Her pupil dilates as she remembers the first time they met:
"My name is Selene." She gently introduces herself to the man who helped her change the tire of her car on a road by a beautiful green field bathed by the sunset. "Nice to meet you."
"Sorry, I cannot tell my name to humans."
"At least can I invite you to lunch as a way of thanks?"
He gently accepts.
The door closes while she brings both hands together strongly over her chest with a deep expression of happiness, a tear runs down her face.
Upon arriving at his house, Ottawa quickly opens a secret door at the back of his wardrobe. A room with a soft white light, entirely painted in gray reveals itself. He stares at a fully black technological suit with purple details. His gaze becomes sad and distant again.
After putting on the suit, he places a helmet that connects to the clothing and walks toward the basement, two black pistols with purple lines stand out at his waist. He stops for a moment in a corner, facing a completely black wall.
The front part of his helmet opens, and soon a soft blue light is emitted from the wall that passes across his entire face from top to bottom, his pupils shine in a strong blue tone. A door opens toward him offering passage.
After a few minutes walking through narrow tunnels, he reaches a small black and square panel to his right that rests over a layer of glass. A rounded and yellow core right at the center stands out, and when touching it, the area where he is begins to descend revealing an entirely gray room. Bodies left to rust decorate the floor. His helmet opens the front part again.
"Idiots." He whispers while beginning to walk toward an open window.
He observes a rope thrown by her that goes down to the bottom of a large rounded hall that surrounds the place where he is. Everything is in flames. His expression becomes serious, his pupils shine again in a very strong blue tone. Movements among the fire catch his attention. In the middle of the stairways he sees children running.
A wide smile appears across his face, and with one last exhale through his nose, he throws himself through the window while the helmet begins to close.