In His Eyes 소설 & 이야기

he murmured. “What?” I asked, tilting my head up to look at him. “Your eyes,” he said, his gaze tracing my face. “They’re the colors of the rainbow. Every time I look into them, I see life, passion, and a spark that no one can ever dim.” My breath hitched.

"Please don't leave me. Please. I can't... I can't do this without you." His thick, dark eyelashes twitched against his right eye. Then, as though summoning every remaining fragment of strength, he forced his eyes open. The bright, terrifying gold of his Alpha gaze had vanished entirely, replaced by a dull, unfocused amber that struggled to find me. Yet the moment his vision settled on my face, a tiny smile touched his bloodied mouth.

He keeps on looking at me—tiny hint of confusion written on his face—but he stays still, waiting for my next move. My hands move up to cup his face, looking straight into his eyes. Seeing his eyes up close, they are beautiful. They have tiny specs of yellow, almost invisible. I couldn't seem to remove my eyes away from them. I eye his eyebrows, his nose and last but not his least his lips. I touch each of them slowly. He let me.

His body convulses and twists and writhes on the ground before my eyes. That must have been how he always watched me fight for my life, to stay alive for just a little longer. All those lessons about retaining rationality even on the brink of death don’t seem to be helping him right now. He is dying. And I know he can not think about anything but the death that’s fast approaching. I look up and find two glowing blue eyes staring back at me in the night that has brightened up with fire. His eyes… I will always remember the color of his eyes.

I get up not long after that to clean up and prepare their food before the children awake. His powerful form is covered in a sleek black suit, he is attractive in a way that screams MALE. From the angles of his face, his thick straight eyebrows, strong nose, and of course, there’s his eyes. I deliberate momentarily on how I used to think those eyes were ice cold. Now when I think of his eyes, I think of flames. Nothing is as scorching as his gaze, whether he was glaring at me in annoyance or blinking sleepily at me, content after hours of lovemaking.

“ What do you see in my eyes? ” I looked into his eyes, and what I saw there took my breath away. There was a depth of feeling etched in his gaze that was beyond anything I had ever seen before. I could see love, intense and fierce, radiating from his eyes, directed at me with an intensity that was almost overwhelming. I felt like I was the only thing in the world that mattered to him at that moment, and it filled my heart with a fierce tenderness.

And his eyes God those eyes are what ruins you. They are blue, as blue as the ocean with his dark, long-lashes that looks sexily expressive even when he’s trying to hide it. His soften when he looks at me, not dramatically, just enough to feel intentional. Maybe am delusional but it’s like i can see he’s choosing gentleness. Like he knows exactly what his face does to people and uses it sparingly. His brows are strong, framing his eyes perfectly, as they lift just slightly when he’s amused, knitting together when he’s focused. It makes him look devastatingly earnest, like he’s someone you could trust with secrets you don’t even admit to yourself.

When he sees me shyly looking he gives me a soft smile and I quickly look away, embarrassed that I was caught looking. “You can look at me.” His voice is smooth and he carefully moves his hand from my thigh to my chin to tilt my face to look at him. The warmth of his fingers under my chin feels better than I would like to admit. I raise my eyes to meet his. Up close his eyes are even more fascinating. The purple iris is slightly lighter in the middle and he has a darker ring around the edge, making his eyes look like they almost shine with an inner light. “You have beautiful eyes. I have never seen eyes with that color before. I can’t decide if they are green or brown. It seems like they cha

Im standing in my place from where I stopped before, that I'm unable to move, unable to take a step to another direction just like I'm glued to this position that my legs are glued to this ground. The moment he is near to me, he shouted at me by taking his brand expensive reflecting black glasses from his eyes " Are you out of your mind? " It takes some seconds to respond to his question, cause I'm too Awstruck by his powerful aura. He is standing in front of me, he is basically towering in front of me, with his 6feet above height. The one thing that I'm noticied is he had a beautiful hazel eyes with a hint of grey color. The rarest eyes he had. He is beautiful actually beyond beautiful.

But it was his eyes—a striking, piercing blue, framed by long, dark lashes—that struck me like a physical blow. It was Edwin.