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│ Surviving The End
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│Cast aside by a world that mistook her for infected, Aisha now sees the crumbling of humanity's reign over their miserable world. It's time for something new, som...
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The Guy
I could swear time slowed down as the smirk spread across his face—a lazy, confident expression that seemed almost too perfect to be human. His nose scrunched up just slightly, a charming quirk that made my stomach flip in a way I couldn't quite understand. A silver nose ring caught the dim light, adding to the bad-boy aura that radiated off of him in waves. His wild, jet-black hair, cut short at the back and long in the front, fell messily over one eye. It was obvious he didn't try to look this good, but somehow that made him even more attractive.
He couldn't have been much older than me, maybe 23 or 24, but there was something about the way he held himself—like he was used to being looked at, admired, wanted. I found myself staring, completely mesmerized by the way he carried that effortless confidence. His eyes, a striking hazel, seemed to see right through me, and my throat went dry. The way he looked at me made my heart race, like I was the only thing in the room worth his attention.
He wore a simple black t-shirt, but it clung to his chest in all the right ways, revealing the outline of lean, sculpted muscles beneath the fabric. Oh my god, how was his body even real? My eyes trailed down over the tattoos curling up from under his shirt collar, intricate designs winding up his neck and disappearing beneath his jawline. The ink was bold, dark, and it made him look even more dangerous.
His arms... oh no, his arms. They were muscular, not overly bulky but defined, the kind of arms you just wanted to run your hands over. Wait, what?! I was definitely staring now, drooling a little over the way his tattoos traced the veins on his forearms. I blinked, trying to pull myself together before I embarrassed myself completely, but I couldn't help it—he was stunning. I had to wonder how many girls had fallen for that combination of charm and danger. Probably too many.
I bit my lip, stealing another glance at his broad shoulders, his toned chest, and the way his jeans fit perfectly around his hips. Focus, Aisha! But my mind refused to cooperate, instead sending me spiraling into a million inappropriate thoughts. There was something about him that was completely intoxicating, something that made me want to get closer, even though my gut told me it was a terrible idea.
His smirk grew as if he could read every thought racing through my mind. I felt my cheeks flush, and I quickly tried to look away, but his gaze held me captive. His presence was overwhelming, magnetic, and I had no idea what to do about it.
"I don't know you," I managed to say, but my voice came out weaker than I intended.
Koda's smile widened, and he stepped closer, towering over my 5'7" frame. The light shifted around him, casting a strange purple hue over his skin, making his tattoos seem to glow in the low light. He was even taller up close, well over six feet, and the way he moved made my heart stutter. He didn't just walk; he prowled.
