Rayne Of Turmoil
He stood there undisturbed by his own nakedness. Rayne would chastise herself later when she recognized she was ogling him. She had never seen a man like this before. He had raven black hair, and emerald eyes that seem to glisten under the sun.
His face giving the impression that it had been conjured by peotic artistry, his entire body appearing to have been frabicated from stone. Except his lips, they were light pink and soft.
"Who hell are you, and why are you here?" His rough voice broke into her thoughts, pulling her back to the darker side of reality.
He made a move to approach her, and her panicked stance halted him in his tracks.