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ELEANOR

I raised my head, and I find myself staring at the face of a dark, handsome, Herculean man crouching right in front of me. He had jet black hair, a pair of sparkling turquoise green eyes with a tint of amber that surrounded his pupils like a golden ring. I moved my eyes down to his imperious nose, angular cheekbones then towards his strong, concrete jaw. He had a square jawline that enhanced his masculinity and appeal most of all, making him appear tough and fierce as a warrior on the outside perspective.

I found myself examining his body. He wore a black slim fit tuxedo and a pair of black slacks matching his black shoes that shone even under the dim light in the halls.

“Sorry,” I took his hand, and he helped me get back up until I was standing up on my two feet.

“Does it hurt?” He looked at me concerned.

“No, it’s fine” I said softly, smiling a little in a bid to avoid sounding so rude. I let go of his hand slowly and gathered my bearings. I smoothed my hands down the cr