His green eyes are bright, brooding, and murderous. Those eyes stare coldly at me and my body warms instantly. There is no emotion animating those perfect scars on his face. His body shakes with euphoria but he makes no sweet gestures of love, no sweet nothings slip from his beautiful lips, but i know he loves me. His only concern is his own release, and it just so happens to be my only concern as well. My hands roam his beautifully scarred body. His muscles jump beneath my hand, telling me silently the things he would never say out loud. My eyes travel adoringly down his naked body, drinking the sight of him. He's moving faster now and I know hes nearly undone and my excitement grows. In a moment I will glimpse a part of him that only belongs to me. His murderous green eyes are hooded now as he pants above me. My hands reach up to touch his face and he slaps them away. He moves away to get dressed donning his purple suit and tie. He doesn't even spare me a second glance before walking out the door and slamming it behind him...Oh how I love that man...