Port of souls Krin
I devoured her eyes, eating up the melted chocolate, more good than the one he just ate. Streaks of honey swirling into an abscess. I could melt hundreds of chocolates, but never did one that looks so light yet so dark ready to devore.
She was uniqueness that beckoned me into the caramel eyes. Her eyes are a mosaic of copper and chestnut.
The group whispers to each other, Doorlan snatching the sugar from them, breaking the staring contest. Doorman gets a head slap from Bomb shaking her head disapprovingly.
But I can't take my eyes off her. Knowing she had her eyes on me.
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