Arrogant man

The man before me was everything I didn't like. From his posture and his demeanor, everything I loathed. There was that one thing I found in men who thought they held too much power. The pride in their eyes to think they deserved everything that came their way was a turn-off for me.

“What? Surprised… I'm just an ordinary man who…likes collecting toys” again he spoke in a deep calm voice. He wasn't trying too hard to be handsome. Even so, he was a compelling figure. He was good-looking, handsome. His dark brown hair, as thick and lustrous as mink fur, was cut in short layers. But it was the eyes that seized my attention, dark brown a volatile color you could never forget once you'd seen it… I couldn't compare him to any man in terms of looks. His aura was overbearing as he stood with the insolent, loose-jointed slouch of someone who'd rather spend his time in a pool hall. Although he was well-dressed, it was obvious he didn't make his living sitting behind a desk, he was too rough and