At first, all I could see were his eyes. Piercing, slate gray, and so bright they were nearly silver. They simmered under thick, prominent brows and obscenely long lashes. His dark hair had fallen casually across his forehead, and he coolly brushed it out of his face with a strong, broad hand. Perfect chiseled jaw. Full lips. It was indecent, frankly, how gorgeous he was. Gorgeous, indecent, and deadly. A chill ran through my entire body.
