Introduction to Dandelion

He was tall and slender. He had hair as dark as the night and eyes as green as an olive.

His mouth was something of a masterpiece, even the blind could tell that when he smiled it had to be God showing off, as something so beautiful had to have taken a considerable amount of time to perfect.

He smelled of mild musk and every time I was close to him I couldn't help but breathe him in.

When he spoke his voice cracked through the air, a sound I wont easily forget.

He was a desirable man, quite a bit older than I was but incredible in every way.

When he looked at me his eyes would pierce my soul and he never failed to hold my gaze. His eyes told a different story, one which pulled me in.

He was mysterious in many ways and I was, (for lack of a better word) 'hooked' on him.

His hands held a kind of magic, if magic had a deep scar on its right hand between where the thumb and index finger meet, along with light, softer scars scattered on its left...

He had a name, but you can call him Dandelion.