His eyes are a dangerous kind of beautiful

Her eyes are innocently pure

His frame could block out the sun

Her head hardly reaches his chest

He likes loud bars and long drives

She paints pictures of flowers and hillsides

He leans against the wall smoothly

She fiddles with her hair nervously

He downs a shot of whiskey

She sips at her wine

He casually knocks out a man who tries to cut in

She blushes and watches the man fall

He is dangerously enticing

She is beautifully fragile

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” she says

“You should be grateful for that,” He frowns

_I’ve hurt people_ his eyes warn

_Not me_ her eyes twinkle