The men surrounding him were all easily the best-looking men I'd ever laid eyes on, all Adonis's, but this man in particular was in a whole other realm. He was wearing a black velvet short-sleeved button-down shirt, unbuttoned to mid-chest, revealing his muscular chest, while his shirt molded to his tall, broad and incredibly muscular body like a 2nd skin. His arms were as thick as both my legs, a yellow gold chain hanging around his throat, tattoos from the neck down, covering his chest to his hands. Even leaning against the glass railing it was clear he was even massive, bigger even, than the brown Adonis and probably everyone in this club. His skin was a beautiful golden color, and contrasted beautifully with his smokey dark brown hair, long and tousled, effortless on top, the sides shaved down and shorter. His face was chiseled and sharp, with a jawline that could cut diamond, a straight nose ending in a blunt tip, perfectly bushy eyebrows, an lips that look like they could suck your soul out, large and wide and thick, with a perfect cupids bow. But it was his eyes that kept me frozen in place. Fiercely blue, electrically glacial. The blue was so vibrant, that his eyes glowed in the darkness of the club, lashes so long and bushy they cast shadows on his cheeks. I was stunned, and if I were an artist, he would have been my muse, as I'd never seen a more perfect man. He was stunning and while his face was beautiful, it was masculine, his beautiful angles not taking away from his masculinity. You could fucking feel the testosterone oozing out of his pores and filling the club with his dominance. The alpha of all alphas. He was walking art and sex on legs, and god knew what he was doing when he took his time creating this magnificent specimen, his greatest creation. And an actual angel on earth. I could feel his eyes now that I was focusing, the way they seared my skin as he watched my every move. He fel like a predator, a snake ready to strike, and I was the prey, hypnotized by him, as we stared each other down. I couldn't seem to look away and a part of me didn't want to. There was something challenging in his stare and I could feel my hackles raising slightly, causing me to stand up straighter and stare back defiantly. I'm not sure how long we stood staring at each other, until finally he smirked and stood up straight, his eyes never leaving mine, even as he towered over everyone. With deliberate movements, he crooks his finger towards me, his eyes never leaving me, a slight challenge in his stunning eyes as he waited for me to make a move. I gulped, not sure what I was going to do, but I knew in that second, whatever path I chose, my life was never going to be the same again.