Scene: A club; Saturday night. A bartender and a customer exquisitely examine our character.707Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWU2H7v0Sdr
Repulsive Description: POV 1 - The Bartender
He was dark. Not in the handsome, tall sense that society dubs a man, but in a way that sucked you in, made you want to claw your way back out. The sharp eyes were a color akin to rust; rotting metal befitted his attire, worn jeans overlain by a ragged gray trench coat. People found that their eyes were drawn to the tattoo marring the flesh underneath his right ear- a skull still riddled with musculature- probably done by one of the more obscure artists known on this side of the city. But of course, it was the less respectable side of things that he often liked to dwell on.
Loving Description: POV 2 - A Customer
He was dark; shadowed and mysterious. The way his body hung, taught and at the ready, filled one with a faithful sense of security when danger lurked close by. Certain women who he'd been known to have past affiliations with still attested to his ability to draw others in, a walking magnet, they liked to say. The chiseled physique and sharp red eyes were enough to unburden even the most weighted down conscience, and it was never a surprise to find his long-fingered hands lingering upon the arms of some wanton, unsuspecting partygoer in the night.
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