Diana’s POV
Raven was standing before me, in all his glory, adorning the signature black jacket with hoodie, black pants and black gloves that described his fatally attractive trait. I sat watching his every move and every detail that my brain could grasp.
They say, a criminal can be made but a psycho is born. I wished to see if this guy was a psycho or he was just a good guy turned bad. No matter what I thought, there was something about him that was screaming for help. I haven’t seen such a desperate scream for help from anyone’s personality before. His green eyes that seemed to be drowned in the ocean of sorrow seemed to have lost the life from them. I wonder what it would be like, if those eyes held the light of joy.
“Are you done checking me out?” He asked me with a serious look.
