Selene’s mother expects more of her, too much actually. Born with a gold spoon in her mouth, she’s to be expected to be good at everything. Everything except, boys. She can’t stand his musk, or his anything, as a matter of fact. Annoying, loud; he’s everything she’s not. Rather she’d be reading a book instead of getting her hands dirty. She has platinum blonde hair and hazel eyes, creamy skin, and the tightest body, he’d ever seen. She has a mean-streak, and will not hesitate to strike him.