He was seven feet of discipline, hardened muscle, sheer power
A storm inside a bottle
Blue eyes bright but humble, a slight awkwardness to his demeanor as he approached my avatar.
And then he spoke, and I was held captive by his voice.
Low, deep, with a double timbre like nothing I'd ever heard or would ever hear from any human.
It trembled inside me, shook my soul with a reverberation like distant thunder.
My heart was racing, my mouth dry as desert sand,
His mere words were more intoxicating than anything I'd ever experienced
And I wanted him.
He was not human, and yet I was irresistibly attracted,
A moth that would burn itself to ash against a candle flame.
I didn't care.
He was the dark beast and gloriously beautiful angel from my fringe thoughts, everything I'd ever dreamed of and, oh, so much more
Teeth and claws that could tear me apart; yet the control he displayed was enough to temper his molten edge.
Untamed power reined in by a just, meek spirit, he was more than just a warrior
He was the best kind of companion, and I had given my heart to him, fully and completely.
He was my first true love, my first unrequited love
If only there was a man like him
Someone who could compare to him in honor and courage and sheer fire
Someone who could soothe the ache in my heart for Archangel.