𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈

~Distraction~

-"She is beauty. She is grace. She'll punch you in the face".-

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She thought of him as nothing less of godly.

His dark grey stormy eyes were swirling with mystery. They were steel-grey, bristling with chaos, and studying her head to toe.

Like a predator eating with its eyes and picking out every flaw from its prey. So cryptic yet sparking with a hidden storm readying itself to destroy everything in its way.

The Italian sun-kissed skin seemed a perfect shade of tan. Creamy and youthful, yet sharp and ever-so glowing. A golden hue emitted itself, making it known that its presence was indeed charming.

Like the sun chose him as its very own muse to kiss ever-so-benevolently and delicately.

His pouty and big pink lips that formed into a natural frown stood out along with his sharp and sculpted jawline that could cut off her hand if she touched it.

It seemed perfectly etched to a tee like each edge was cut with the utmost care and diligence.

His thick and wavy hair was neatly styled and slicked back that she just wanted to feel beneath her fingertips. It resembled onyx stones, rich and feathery but obscure with overcast but had a hidden tranquillity to it.

It seemed just as carefully patterned as the rest of his build.

His neatly shaven and chiseled jaw looked so smooth but rough... so rough. The rippling muscles that bulged from the suit fit him perfectly. Every muscle, bicep, vein, ab, and edge was made known as the countless tattoos peeked through his clothing.

His herculean and lusty build was something you would only see in steamy imaginations, but it was real.

All too real.

His more than well-built was too good to be true with that towering frame that stood at 6'6.

No one would believe their eyes when they would see a tattooed Greek god who was muscular, and beyond gorgeous.

He outdid every male she had ever laid her eyes on.

He seemed too perfect.

He had a commotion brewing in his eyes that showed no expression and barely any emotion.

It was like he was staring right through her soul, taming it and putting it under his control and she didn't argue one bit.

She was tempted to argue...but she liked it. She liked the way he looked at her.

Like she was the only person in the room.

But she looked away to spare her sanity.

Those few seconds of eye contact were enough to have all thoughts polluted with his stupidly-attractive face and she cursed her brain.

She would not be weak and distracted by just one man.

Because being distracted means being stupid...and stupid gets you killed...

She had gone through absolute hell to where she is now and she wasn't going to get distracted now when she was this far.

She didn't have the time or the emotion to get distracted let alone care for someone

She lost the room to care 10 years ago. She was just numb. Born to kill.

All emotion is a weakness. Feel nothing and become nothing. Remember that you will die.