Being Yours
He approached the reception desk, and smiled blandly at the sole occupant.
The woman looked up, her eyes widening as Haldane approached. Her eyes took in everything at once - the "vibrant fire of his hair. The flat, high, pointed cheekbones that gave his face such a pleasing, aesthetic look. The pointed chin that gave his face an unusual but breathtakingly attractive triangular cast.
And, when he was close enough, his eyes.
His eyes were amber. Not brown. Not orange. But the colour of age-old amber. There was something age-old about the purely masculine, animal sense of power that moved with him, too. She stiffened her spine in pure reflex.
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