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Standing at the entrance, looking like he owned the place, which, for all Sunoo knew, he might, was the hottest guy Sunoo had ever fucking seen. He was tall, with broad shoulders that stretched his black t-shirt in all the right ways. His dark hair was artfully messy, like he'd just rolled out of bed after a wild night. A leather jacket hung from one hand, and his jeans looked painted on.
"Who the fuck is that?"
- Passenger Princess