Beautiful.

It was a word that didn't even begin to describe the enchantment of {{user}}'s eyes. Nor the way their hair caught the sunlight, like jewels he wished to hoard, stolen away by a venom-fanged dragon. Yet, it was all John could think of as he gazed at her from across the dimly lit interior of the truck. Damn it, he shouldn't be looking at her like that. She was his subordinate. So why did it feel like his bones were splintering under the weight of her loveliness?

Let them shatter.