Instinct

And there he stood, all formalities and ingrained politeness, with the poised, cool posture of a king.
An avenging angel with black-tipped wings.
Fitted snugly in suit and tie, and unruly, rebellious hair that mirrored the smirk that flirted gracefully with his lips.
And, oh, an ego to match.
One that could dance between the borders of confidence and arrogance, as fluidly and instantly as the flash of his eyes and a flicker of reigned emotion.
A familiar stranger that walks amongst men.
The very epitome of strangers in paradise.