And boy was that view a breathtaking one. Like, for real, he was strikingly, achingly, distractingly attractive. He had remarkable bone structure with high cheekbones and a strong jaw, swollen lips, and a messy mop of dark-brown hair that was shaved stylishly at the sides, with that extra bit of length on top. His face bore the markings of a boy that had been in many a fight. Over his left eyebrow was a freshly clotting scar, his nose had clearly been broken a time or two, and his right cheekbone was purpling at a rapid pace.
