Eye of the Storm

Maybe it was the way the cigar hung loosely from his lips. Maybe it was the way his dark green eyes lit up at the first sight of adventure. Maybe it was the way his leather jacket fit him. I can't specify exactly what it was that attracted me to him. From the very first moment I saw him, I knew there was something special about him. I knew that he was no good but I had to know more about him. There was this connection that drew me to him. He was like a drug to me. Dark, mysterious, and adventurous. Sometimes the darkness was too overwhelming. But looking into his eyes I could find that light that my life so yearned for.