him

his menacing look were as cold as the arctic glaciers. his languid eyes were fixated on me, watching every twitch that my muscle makes. every move i make is scrutinized, every shadow that my body makes is observed.
i did not know how to react, on whether i should smile or retain a blank face - void of any emotions; i was frozen.
suddenly, i noticed his hand being craned by his arms.
laid flat on the table, and slowly, inch by inch his hands were slithering like a wild snake over the grasslands of satin tablecloth.