Even though I stared deep into his eyes I couldn’t see past my own reflection trapped in the highlight of his pupil.
His eyes are the blackest black like the earliest hours in the night, he’s mysterious and dark in a way but he pulls me in.
Never would I dare to take a second look at a man like him but as they say — never say never.
He’s imprinted into my very mind and soul, the way he licks his lips, the way he effortlessly smiles — I couldn’t forget.
It’s a tug of war between my heart and my mind. I’d be crazy to fall in deep for him but I’m already knee deep and sinking quick.
A bad boy, a rebel, someone out of the ordinary. It was he who walked in through those doors on that very day, dressed in his best. Dressed in red.