Tattoos. That was the first thing I ever noticed about him. So many tattoos, running up and down his strong arms.

Then, his pale skin underneath, illuminated by the flickering lights overhead, scars and deep bruises almost completely obscuring the available white that was left on his body.

I moved up to the crown of chestnut curls resting upon his head, their long length stopping almost at his broad shoulders, their appearance messy and uncared for.

Finally, I found his eyes. Deep emerald green, framed by chocolate brown lashes that curled all on their own. They seemed to hold me in my place, the air within me stopping momentarily, my focus unable to find anything else.

It was behind the beauty of his eyes that I had to force myself to look at, my gaze staring into the one thing that should have kept me away from him.


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