"He was comprised of good intentions. His hands carried flowers. He opened the car door for me like a true gentleman. He pulled me close enough that I could smell his woodsy and slightly metallic cologne... it was intoxicating. His eyes though, that's where I saw the real intent. They were malicious and unforgiving golden. Daggers carved of honey. His smile drew me in while his eyes cut me open. I've never felt so exposed as when he looked at me. Those eyes saw everything."