Then Prepare to Watch Both Our Worlds Burn
I was greeted with the sight of a guy as dark as the night if not for his tan skin. His hair was black and he had dark brown eyes, nearing the color of a void black. My breath hitched at his expressionless face. He would have looked attractive if he didn't seem so ruthless. "Morning," he chimed, dangerously polite. I opened my mouth to speak but no words escaped past my lips. His 'morning' sounded everything but chivalrous...β¦