Keira couldn't look away from his two-coloured eyes, nor the light scar sliced through his icy blue eye. Somehow, the scar didn't take away from his looks. It made him hotter.
With a strong bone structure, set jaw, straight nose and a little bit of stubble already growing along his jaw and cheekbones, and that dishevelled black hair brushing along his forehead, short around the sides and long on top, Keira was surprised girls weren't fanning their heated faces and swooning.
She could see a few out of her peripheral that glanced in his direction but looked away swiftly. So, the menacing aura radiating from him caused many not to dare look in his direction.
The guy didn't even wear his blazer; the white shirt sleeves were rolled up, and two buttons were undone on his shirt, revealing more of his tanned chest, muscles almost bursting against a shirt that seemed perhaps purposely too small on him. He didn't bother wearing a tie.
