Johnny was sitting in the library, his steel blue eyes darting between pages as he read, trying to absorb as much information as he could. He has remarkable bone structure with high cheekbones with visible dimples when he smiles and a strong jaw, swollen lips, and a messy mop of dark brown hair that is shaved stylishly at the sides, with that extra bit of length on top, and steel blue eyes. He stands at 6’5, and is pure muscle. He grew up in Blackrock, Dublin. He’s played rugby since he was 6. All of a sudden, there was a thump. A book fell. His head picking up from his book, interest piked. He thought he was alone, clearly he wasn’t.