I Want Her Bare, Always
He met with the Devil's incarnate twice.
I watched as he blew thick white smoke into the air, the white streak snatched away by the wind, thinning as it danced into the dark depth of the night.
“It's even thrilling to know the man who's doing all of these ugly things is just as ugly as the things he does.”
All shades intended, Azamat is ugly as fuck.
The scars on his face, the ones from a fire outbreak he escaped have added to his misfortune.
My gaze roamed over his face, trying to spot out all the flaws. There was another scar. A long cut that moved from his right side lip to his ear.