Grey Eyes

I am not ashamed anymore
I want something so impure
You better impress now, watching my dress now fall to the floor
Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin
Begging you to take me
Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing, but she play to win, heaven gonna hate me

Not Afraid Anymore -Halsey

He always observed. He was the one in the shadows who would look at you and have you figured out within a second. He analysed you through your body language, your subconscious actions, but most of all, through your eyes.

He had a gaze that made you feel naked and stripped down to the parts of yourself that you never let anyone see.

They say your eyes are a window to your soul, but his eyes were completely, utterly unreadable. Trying to see his emotions was as impossible as trying to count all the stars in the universe. To find out, You would have to physically go into the unknown blackness speckled with flecks of light. Going into space would normally be terrifying to anyone. But going into a space such as his soul was intriguing, captivating and mesmerizing. His own eyes were a mysterious grey.

She was an inquisitive person. She was curious. So, it should be no surprise that she loved to get to know people solely through their eyes. However, it was a surprise that she was unable to read a specific person's eyes, the orbs of someone she had been informed about, and warned to stay away from. The eyes of Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.

He had been trained from a young age to never have his emotions on display for the world, he was a Malfoy, after all. But after she wedged herself into his life, despite his gradually decreasing complaints about their acquaintanceship, he was an open book to her, and her only.

She was starting to learn how to read her favorite pair of eyes. And he was getting fond of the array of colors and emotions hidden in her blue irises.