I’ve seen the magic he can work with those fingers. I’ve heard his music in my dreams. Looking at him now, it’s hard to imagine that he was capable of creating something so beautiful. It looks like all he wants to do is destroy. His eyes shine brightly when he looks at me. And boy, do I feel it when he looks at me. My goosebumps have goosebumps. I…out of nowhere, I’m fucking aching under his gaze.
