Magnus tall stature tower over her. No matter how much she had looked at him before, she still find herself a little bit awed by his face structure. The man— the weird kind man who had oddly saved her twice— was a man made with such meticulous craft by god above.
His skin was so smooth that one could compare it with silk and his red eyes were like burning ruby, filled with passion and soul which made her always feel attracted to keep an eye contact. She questioned how can someone be so perfect as if he was written and made. If there is one person who had achieved physical perfection, Elle was certain that Magnus would win the trophy.
"Admiring again," Magnus hummed as he saw her eyes frozen. It wasn't his first time for someone to stare at him granted with his handsomeness but it was truly his first time for someone to be so bold and stare at his eyes, something that even most creatures can't do.
