thenovaisover
Her dull hair. Her green eyes. Her small nose. Her curve-less figure. His crimson eyes surveyed her, observing her every feature and flaw. If anyone asked, he would say she was common, without hesitation. But in his own mind, in the shadows where nobody could reach him, he knew that she was anything but.
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