Rose's POV:
He stood beside the car in the shadows of the night, shielded from the direct glare of the headlights. But as I approached, a twist of fate unveiled what was concealed by the shroud of clouds.
With a majestic presence, the full moon emerged, casting its ethereal light upon the scene below.
The moon's radiant beams illuminated the face I had previously labeled as the harbinger of death.
What a fool I am.
Now, beneath the moon's purity, his visage appeared ethereal, almost celestial. His beauty transcended the darkness, evoking the image of an angelic figure.
Unconsciously, I retreated a step, shamelessly unable to tear my gaze away from the captivating sight before me. All left of me was to drool.
Now lost in my unwavering gaze, I scarcely noticed—or perhaps simply chose to ignore—his gradual approach.
As he stood mere inches from me, I still made no move to retreat.
Am I suddenly so brave or absolutely foolish?
Instead, I found myself studying his features intently, each detail etching itself into my mind. The word that lingered on the tip of my tongue, the only one that could hope to capture his essence, was simply: perfect.
What has happened to me? I have never been this bold to blatantly gawk at someone for their looks. Especially not at a man.
For goodness' sake, did I hit my head too hard and get rewired?
What captivated me above all else were his strikingly mesmerizing eyes. They were so oddly mismatched, to the point it was just as magnificent as they were haunting.
Those orbs held a depth that seemed to draw me in, despite one being the lightest shade of ice blue I had ever seen and the other completely pitch black.
I could feel myself becoming lost in their depths, as if willingly succumbing to the tempest that could brew within them.
Why are his eyes that way?
Lost in my prolonged scrutiny of his irises, I couldn't help but notice a peculiar absence within them. Despite their captivating allure, they seemed devoid of any trace of human emotion.
It was as though they belonged to some otherworldly being, detached from the very much mortal looking man standing before me; incapable of feeling human emotions.
A sudden gust of wind surged from behind me, threatening to propel me forward into his chest.
Good on me that with a swift maneuver, I managed to steady myself before I could collide with him. That would have been awkward as hell.
Strands of hair cascaded across my face, for a moment they obstructed my vision. As I brushed them aside and glanced up, I noticed that he was no longer gazing at me. His eyes were shut, and he stood with his face upturned toward the sky, inhaling deeply.
He remained in that position for several moments, seemingly lost in a state of serene stillness.
Although his expression remained impassive, a fleeting glimpse of bliss seemed to flit across his features for the briefest of moments. It was as if he were indulging in the sheer delight of some unseen pleasure.
Before I could contemplate over him acting like all maniac, he reverted to his former stoic state as his eyes, once again fixed on me, now bore a subtle transformation. Making me snap my jaw shut.
Within the icy orb, tiny specks of black flickered, an addition that hadn't been present before.
Accompanying this change was an eerie sense of awareness that seemed to emanate from his gaze, as if he had just stumbled upon a profound stimulus.
He adopted an inscrutable expression, leaving me unable to discern its meaning. I remained rooted to the spot, silently observing the shift in his demeanor.
Gone was the predatory assessment; in its place was a look of evaluation, tinged with an unsettling anger that seemed to radiate from his very being.
An anger that was absolutely misplaced in my eyes.
Why is he angry?
Shouldn't I be the one to be angry in this situation? I got into an accident because of him!
His anger seemed palpable, radiating from him in waves. When he finally parted his lips, what escaped them only served to stoke the fire of frustration within me.
"You. What on earth do you think you're doing here?" he snarled, the words cutting through the tense air like a knife.