My Hatred, My Soulmate
Every nerve in my body is on high alert, hyperaware of his proximity, of the way his eyes seem to be asking a question I'm not sure I'm ready to answer.
I struggle to focus but it is so hard admiring his magnificent beautiful face, his dazzling sparkling green eyes as they move closer. He's beautiful in a way that seems almost otherworldly—sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, lips that are perfectly sculpted. But it's his eyes that captivate me most. They're the color of emeralds, deep and mysterious, and they seem to hold secrets I desperately want to discover.
"You're staring," he whispers, but he doesn't pull away.
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