"An Arranged fate"

She crossed to the dresser, noticing a few scattered photographs half-tucked beneath a leather-bound journal. Serena hesitated, then picked one up.
It was a man.
Her breath caught.
He was tall, lean, with a sharply defined jaw and elegant hands, one of which was holding a guitar. His wavy black hair fell just past his ears in deliberate disarray, framing a fair face with features so perfectly sculpted they looked almost unreal. But what struck her most were his eyes.
Blue.
But not just blue-blue with a faint, almost otherworldly red glow at their edges. The effect was subtle, but mesmerizing. Unsettling and beautiful all at once.
His gaze in the photo was direct, playful, as if he knew someone might be looking-and that he didn't mind being seen...