Mystic

Enthralled

His eyes caught me from across the room, burning black and depthless. Like everything else about him they were mesmerizing, captivating. There was a confidence in his step, a swagger and easy arrogance that drew the eye, only to be encountered by the most dangerously beautiful man anyone would ever see. He was tall and ripped with muscles that ripples as he moves. Dark and intricate tattoos covered his arms and I knew from experience most of his torso. His hair was a light gold that flickered with fragmented lights. It was left slightly to long and curled messily over his head. His mouth curves, those full sensual lips chiseled to perfection. The angles of his face were sharp and masculine, sculpted and moulded by what would seem a god. But his eyes, his eyes are what drew you in. So dark and bottomless, but swirling and flashing with a thousand different things. They were heavily lashed and did nothing but add to his god like perfection. One of his hands grip my chair, the other gripping my neck loosely as he tilts my face up. His mouth is fixed in a familiar arrogant smirk as he leans in. My breath catches in my throat and I catch my bottom lip between my teeth as I stare up at him.

"Babe" he says. His voice is deep, sexy and sends thrills through my spin to the tips of toes.

"Hi" I reply breathlessly. His smirk widens as his eyes flint and he leans in further, carefully brushing his lips across mine, pausing there for a moment. All the air rushed out of me and every inch of my body became liquid as I melted into that kiss. He chuckles against my lips, a dark amused sound that sends tiny delicious vibrations against my lips. He pulls away and I sigh, closing my eyes as he puts more pressure on my neck, tilting my head up further. His lips touch my forehead for a brief moment and then he pulls back, taking the seat next to me. I face my friends with a fierce blush, looking down at my fingertips. Every time he was near me all rational thought went out the window, it was only him and everything about him. I understood why, why I was drawn to him. Why I was completely and utterly enthralled by him with every fibre of my being.

"I didn't know you were coming Roan" Cassidy's voice was spiteful and dripping with hate. "This was suppose to be a girls night out Dee" she hisses at me. Roan tenses beside me as his smirk slips, his eyes narrowing into slits as he glares at Cassidy. For a moment I can see past the glamour and into the true nature of what Roan was. Shades and shadows flicked around him and I inhaled sharply as the very essence of his power swept over me. Just as quickly as it came it disappeared.

"Adairea" he put emphasis on my name "didn't know I was coming". Cassidy's face whitens and she draws away from him, my other friends instinctively drawing away.

"I'm sorry" I murmured to them. My hands cupped my elbows as I withdrew into myself. Ryan's hand reaches under the table and touches my thigh and I look at him. His eyes are hard as he looks at me.

"You have nothing to be sorry for Daire" he murmurs.

"Yeah, Cassidy's just jealous" Leah shot Cassidy a dirty look and offered me a small smile. She was really the only reason I came to these things. She was one of those rare people who were so incredibly genuine.

"Jealous of what?" I ask. Bailey smirks at me.

"She wants Roan for herself" she tells me. Cassidy blows out a furious breath.

"So what if I do? It's not like she can keep him" she says, sweeping her arms to gesture to me.

"I'd never would have looked your way if it wasn't for Daire" Roan speaks in a deadly soft voice. I didn't bother to respond. I knew she was right. But more than that I knew why she thought that. I was to quiet for Roan, to self reserved and icy bitchiness. Cassidy had a fuelled hate towards me that was unjustified. From the moment she saw me she had hated me. I knew things about her I wish I didn't, knew what she was capable of. All things my lovely gift had given me. It was why I was so reserved and withdrawn. It helped protect me from tapping into the power I had. A power I couldn't control. It's why I could see past Roan's glamour. If only for a glimpse.