AN: so I got carried away with the whole 100 words thing…
Disclaimer: I disclaim.
Star Struck
A human. Nothing more. Nothing-
Nothing. And don't forget it mate. She was nothing.
But he could admire her dark hair that reflected his ever-changing eyes back at him. Would go well with his own locks. If she weren't human. And then she spoke. If she didn't hate me…
The perfect challenge. And something inside of him was skirting round that challenge. He was here for the family honour, of cause. Plus an interfering strong telepath.
Stars seemed to dance in his mind, on waves of hot pink, and a sharp, intimate pain made it somehow worse.
And she wasn't impressed.
