The moonlight glowed brighter on his skin, his eyes glistening like ripples on a river as they pierced into mine.
He wore a sparkling white shirt tucked into blue trousers, the sleeves rolled up to reveal beautifully inked tattoos along his arms. The shirt was unbuttoned halfway, exposing a broad, sculpted chest.
Though the shirt was neatly tucked in like a professor’s, his tousled brown hair gave him a rugged charm.
“That was an interesting battle to watch,” he said, his deep voice resonating as if it were speaking directly to my soul. A subtle smile played on his lips.
I stood frozen, mouth slightly open, eyes locked on him. I couldn’t tell if this was real or some vivid hallucination.
He stepped closer, hands casually tucked in his pockets stood close, his tall figure towering over
