A male with deep black hair walked in through the door. His hair was disheveled, as if he or someone else had run their fingers through it multiple times. A dark shadow of facial hair along his strong jaw. He was painfully handsome, and he looked as if he knew exactly how well it served him. What truly kept my heart from beating were his contrasted sky-blue eyes, the way they caught the light coming in from the window, highlighting a golden haze across them as he looked directly at the empty seat next to me.
Quenen is finally here
