~Description, continued~

"Just what kinda king are you to come in someone's house unannounced and claim me as if I'm some sort of object?! Who in the hell does that?!" I berated the dark-haired man towering me as he inched closer to me every two minutes. Made sure to keep by the door incase he tries bolting me to a corner or something.

With one hand up he spoke."Tristan, I assure you you're certainly not being objectified. Never have been and never will be. I've just had a keenly fascination about you due to your family's history. While you may not know them, I can help you connect with them by simply taking you to what is really your real home."

"BULLSHIT!" I spat. "My aunt Cybil raised me because those two upped and left me with her! It was a stormy night when they did it after lying about how we were going on a vacation as soon as the storm settled! She went to get them blankets only to come back to just me swaddled in car seat! How in the hell can you get us connected after all that?!"

Tears threatened to spill, but I kept my composure. Somehow the mentioning of my family was enough to get me livid, and this guy somehow knew had that advantage.

He stopped as if he could feel the very radiation of my anger.

He placed the same hand on his chest and kept his eyes to the ground now.

"Please forgive my abrupt assumption. I didn't consider discussing with them when I noticed you were gone. Very odd, however. How could they just leave you, but still talk so fondly of you as if you were still with them, Tristan?" this time he spoke softly rather than with that dominant tone, his gaze slowly rising to meet mine again.

Something about him speaking my name didn't sit right with me.

"You don't know shit about me, which is even more evidence as to why your obsessed ass who should be arrested! I'm calling the police if you're not out in ten seconds! TEN! And my phone's in the living room, so you have more than enough time actually!" I demanded as I made my way to retrieve my phone.