He cocks his head to the side, and my eyes land on the vein that’s pulsing beneath the skin on his neck. He has tattoos in various places, none of which I can make out from here, but his body… his body is lean and strong, and heavily worked on. His tongue snakes out and dampens his bottom lip, and I narrow my attention to the ring I saw against the light. He has high cheekbones and features I would say are pretty. Almost too pretty. He has soft, tanned skin, almond eyes that seem to light up whenever something passes his mind, and lips I could imagine sucking poison from.