Akira
I know the exact moment Romero enters the room. It impossible to not feel his magnetic form or his powerful presence. I immediately turn to door and find him covering the doorway. He looks handsome as always but like every single time I'm hit by the intensity of his beauty and even more by the disbelief of the fact he is all mine.
The dark haired boy with mysterious greys eyes, who seemed so out of my league is now mine. Just like I am his.
I scowl when I notice I'm not the only one admiring him, almost every girl here is trying to gain his attention. Some are brushing their hair while others are pushing their boobs out. It's almost comical when he doesn't even spare them a glance as his eyes scanning the room in one swift notion until they finally settle on mine.
I send him a
