His Rogue Luna: Bound To The Midnight Alpha
His dark hair is a tangled mess, streaked through with strands of white.
Until today, those poisonous green eyes of his still make my skin crawl whenever I set my eyes on them. They are dark, lifeless, and as though whatever soul he once had had rotted away long ago.
Those eyes are not like Raelin’s. Not even close. Raelin’s teal green eyes are immersive, alive, like deep burning emeralds.
Ryker’s own are just… empty.
“Hello, sweetheart.”
The sound of his voice cuts me off from my surprise staring and almost makes me want to gag. That sound of his voice is the kind that though smooth and playful, will slither under your skin, pretend to be charming, while concealing a blade behind its back t