He is the alpha.
He is ruthless, bitter, and cold.
He is everything I want, but can't have.
He is my savior and I his demise.
He was beautiful, painstakingly so. Soft, short black hair that was softer than the feathers of a pampered swan. Tanned, olive toned skin that had been kissed by the sun. Features so striking, so remarkable the angels cried from his beauty. His cheekbones were sharp, accented by smoky blue eyes rimmed with even darker lashes. His face had been carved delicately by the gods themselves, leaving ruins in the wake of anyone who came into contact with him.
The face of an angel, the body of a god, and the anger of a thousand men.